theoptia:

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

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eternal–return:

I am not ugly. I am even beautiful.
The mirror gives back a woman without deformity.
The nurses give back my clothes, and an identity.
It is usual, they say, for such a thing to happen.
It is usual in my life, and the lives of others.
I am one in five, something like that. I am not hopeless.
I am beautiful as a statistic. Here is my lipstick.

Sylvia Plath · “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices.” The Collected Poems (1981)

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lifeinpoetry:

I procrastinate more than I used to, and worry less. It turns out, important stuff just gets done.

I know it will get done. So it seems strange that I actually have to do it.

Why do I have to make this future that already exists?

Elisa Gabbert, from “I Don’t Want to Hear Any Good News or Bad News,” Normal Distance

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