She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin. - Olga Broumas
When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.
- Olga Broumas
I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me. - Olga Broumas
I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me.
Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up f… - Olga Broumas
Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up f…
Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of w… - Olga Broumas
Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of w…
Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months. - Olga Broumas
Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.
Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades. - Olga Broumas
Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades.
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns. - Olga Broumas
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