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Blackhead and Sea, George Wesley Bellows, 1913

the smoke / carries my longing / - to Heaven

Barbara Brandys, By the Fire tr. Regina Grol

The first rule of war is sympathy with the enemy.

Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us

We live by the waters breaking out of the heart.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

The first thing you ever did was cry.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments

- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol

And your lips rise from the dead in each of my smiles.

Wisława Szymborska, A Sentence tr. Regina Grol

Of the moon all that's left is a stain upon the window.

Garous Abdolmalekian, Necklace tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

I know what the river is like at night. I know how it tongues the dark and swallows the rain and how it never ever sleeps. I know how it sings in its chains, how steadily it backstrokes into eternity, how if you stand beside it in the deeps of its throat it seems to be saying, saying, saying, only what you cannot tell.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

From now on it is not dying we must fear, but living.

Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination