"I am Beautiful"
Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre
- “La Beauté” from “Les Fleurs du Mal” Charles Baudelaire.
For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics
"Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens."
"We know the story.
back to find her trail
devoured by birds.
The years: the
"Generation," This is from Veil: New and Selected Poems.
"If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad…get mad."
"Something fell down between
Me and me,
, from section 1 of “Katy Did,” Collected Poems
(Wesleyan University Press, 1971)
"I am the wound and the knife!
I am the slap and the cheek!
I am the limbs and the rack,
And the victim and the executioner!
I am the vampire of my own heart."