Yutha Yamanaka
Marc Chagall, The Poet Reclining, 1915.
Kroutchev Planet Photo: Asger Carlson.

“At twenty you write poetry as if you were a nuclear reactor.
At thirty you write as if you were manning a nuclear reactor.”

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“Rest your pure hip and the bow of wet arrows / Extend into the night the petals which make up your form.” Discovered: .
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Caroline Slotte