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Vahan Teryan, "I shall come to you ..."(translated by metamorphesque)

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The Prestige, Hanif Abdurraqib

[ Text ID: the poem begins not where the knife enters / but where the blade twists. ] 

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928

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Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "To Julia de Burgos"

[Text ID: "in all my poems I undress my heart."]

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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

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“It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.”

— Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake

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Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

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—about god

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Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus

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"pursue me into the depths into which I plummet..."

Diaries, Franz Kafka

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“Inertia is a strange property of matter. When you leave, for example, the air retains the warmth of your body for a while, the same way the sand keeps the tepid sadness of the sun overnight. When you leave, to continue along the same line, my hands persist in the caress, despite there no longer being skin to caress, only the carcass of memory decomposing in the stairwell. When you leave, you leave behind an invisible you adhering to the smallest things: it might be a hair on the pillow, a look that has gotten entangled with the shoulder straps of desire, a trace of saliva in the corners of the couch, a molecule of tenderness on the shower drain. It is not difficult to find you: love makes me a magnifying glass.”

— Gemma Gorga, poem “39,” Book of Minutes, transl. Sharon Dolin (Oberlin College Press, 2019

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in english we call it "One sided Love"

but in Urdu we say;

na tum ko khabar hui, na zamana samajh saka.

hum chupke chupke tum pr kayi baar mar gae.