wirginia-voolf:
Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life.
lifeinpoetry:
How can I see anything but this: how trauma lives in the sea of my body, awash in the waters of forgetting.— Natasha Trethewey, from “Waterborne,” Monument: Poems New and Selected
How can I see anything
but this: how trauma lives in the sea of my body, awash in the waters
of forgetting.
— Natasha Trethewey, from “Waterborne,” Monument: Poems New and Selected