Dear Auta, The poems in your Horto (1900, ‘Garden’ or ‘Orchard’) address the topics of death, idealized love, childhood, romantic loss, spirituality, and the sublimation of suffering… Read more “My soul, mad as a moth,”
Auta de Souza (Auta Henriqueta de Souza, (12 September 1876 — 7 February 1901) was a Brazilian writer born in Macaíba, in Rio Grande do Norte. When… Read more “Auta de Souza”
Hi, folks! I saw this meme/ tag on Eric‘s channel, and decided to jump in and take the opportunity to discuss my reading year so far. Here… Read more “Mid-Year Check In | 2020”
“It is best for us to continue in the belief that Eve actually ate an apple, and immediately ruined Adam in consequence! I like this belief, too, it speaks so well for the progressive power of women.” – 26 July 1857, ‘Early journalism’, in The Morgesons and Other Writings
The sadness of others one should leave alone. It is a small garden, a fragile delicate Arcadia, one should not disturb it. – I Am the Brother of XX
About this [blank] garden
“I am younger each year at the first snow.”
– Anne Sexton, in a letter to W. D. Snodgrass, in 1958.
A Self-portrait in Letters, (2004)
This is my blank space. A white page, as good as a garden covered in snow, not yet cultivated, but with some strong Spring hidden within; something simple, clean, yet to be stained; a seed with some flower all curled up inside, first waiting, then slowly unraveling.