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Else Lasker-Schüler, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “Georg Grosz,” written c. June 1917 (x)

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dark of the night and I wanted it. desire for a
dark thing was a dark thing in me.
— Shay Vera-Cruz, from “Hollowing,” published in Bombus Press
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“Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
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