poet of an ordinary heartbreak by Chris Abani
April 28, 1966 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’
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how’s that house that raised you?
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
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.