to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
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β Nikos Kazantzakis
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Louise GlΓΌck, from Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems; "A Foreshortened Journey,"
Sometimes it feels like a lie to call myself a poet --
The world is a gorgeous, ethereal place --
All I've ever done is, do my best to use what little words I have to tell you what my eyes have happened to see, and, what my heart has happened to feel.
I'm just another of life's many plagiarists --
Stealing experiences for myself and pretending they're words born from my soul --
So what's the term, then, when the universe's machinations bring me across someone like you, and my heart is filled with so many words that I could write a thousand novels?
A poet?
A thief?
Or simply a woman with a mind, taken, filled to the brim by chance, with desire, need, and affection?
"Could you even describe the warmth of a glowing moon?" V. Rue, 2025.
the loverβs almanac : part one.