Charlotte Eriksson's Blog, page 16
September 10, 2023
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“No matter what, he loved me some days. I’m sure he did. At least now I love myself, and I don’t…




“No matter what, he loved me some days. I’m sure he did. At least now I love myself, and I don’t think I would if he still loved me.
I don’t think I would love myself if I still loved him.”
— Charlotte Eriksson, He loved me some days. I’m sure he did.
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Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
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Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
September 3, 2023
Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “Paradise, Lost”
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Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “Paradise, Lost”
[Text ID: “I want to be beautiful/ and a part of this earth.”]
"I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning."
- Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
September 2, 2023
[…] there is no way to Wuthering Heights but for several miles by foot over the moors: how can I…
[…] there is no way to Wuthering Heights but for several miles by foot over the moors: how can I tell you how wonderful it is: imagine yourself on top of the world, with all the purplish hills curving away, and gray sheep grazing, with horns curling and black demonic faces and yellow eyes, like ancient druids; black walls of stone, clear streams from which we drank; and at last, a lonely, deserted black stone house, broken down, clinging to the windy edge of a hill.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956 — Aurelia Schober Plath, 2nd September 1956
Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
Daphne du Maurier, from The Parasites
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Daphne du Maurier, from The Parasites




