The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on a face.
Thousands and thousands of us, and we’re passing one another without a look of recognition.

Henry Miller, The Cosmological Eye 

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Suddenly she sat up, and put her arms around me, and kissed me; and all the blood rushed from my head, a long sweep, like I was falling off a cliff.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

I have eaten
the plumbs
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams, ‘This is Just to Say’

You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty

Shaken by your beauty
Shaken.

William Carlos Williams, ’Paterson’

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I’m still here alone in the night hours with everyone.

And everything that once was
infinitely far
and unsayable is now
unsayable
and right here in the room.

Franz Wright, ‘Progress’ 

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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

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