I know what i love by Jericho Brown

Not Anyone Who Says by Mary Oliver

mary oliver, staying alive

“I enjoy the breeze I'm given and the soul I was given to enjoy it with, and I no longer question or seek.”

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

Goatsong Leila Chatti

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.

-Andrea Gibson

Simone de Beauvoir, Diary of a Philosophy Student

Sylvia Plath Letter to her mother 24 February 1956