death & the maiden | as the river swells

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death & the maiden it was not you, though you were near, / [...] / it was not earth, it was not heaven / it was myself that sang in me. sara teasdale — on the sussex downs

my dearest reader, January is a month of deep longings. all month I hunger for something I can hardly name: I bleed and I hunger and my God sits lopsided on my tongue. is this metamorphosis? I do not know anymore. perhaps it is that I am twenty and utterly, inconsolably alone — perhaps it is that I am missing something pillaged from me long, long ago: my child's heart, the brief time in which I did not need nor know.

INDEX one................for january's faces two........first quarter : tuesday 1–7 three....second quarter : tuesday 8–15 four...third quarter : wednesday 16–23 five.....last quarter : thursday 24-31 six.........a letter to mihai eminescu seven.................shelf selections eight.....odds & ends & ill-fit things


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