“We grow. It hurts at first.”— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Witch Burning,” c. October 1961
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“I went walking (said the girl) on the edge of madness.”— René Char, tr. by Thomas Merton, from “Septentrion,” wr. c. July 1940
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“She was, finally, perfectly finished, perfectly heartbroken, perfectly wild.”— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “In Pobiddy, Georgia,”
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