“You will forget me soon. Oh dear one, hate me rather than forget.”
— W.B. Yeats, from The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats; “Love’s Decay,”
“You will forget me soon. Oh dear one, hate me rather than forget.”
— W.B. Yeats, from The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats; “Love’s Decay,”
“For women like me / To feel this rage / I don’t care / I don’t care / I don’t care / About exclusion / Because I’ve always / Been excluded”
— Angela Veronica Wong, from “On Weathering,” published in The Shallow Ends
“Love, that left me with a wound,”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Collected Poems; “Bertha in the Lane,”
“Yearning for you, no trace of me remains.”
— Amir Khusrau, from “Ghazal 249,” In the Bazaar of Love: The Selected Poetry of Amir Khusrau (Penguin Global, 2012)
“To be sure means the reopened question, / the unclenched heart asking what now.”
— Eliza Griswold, from “Hope,” Wideawake Field