I have loved you enough;
Though much went wrong,
This was good,
This was strong;
Unshaken in spite
Of the going of years,
Too sure to retract,
Too proud for tears.
Let my love be the pillow
Under your head,
On your lips like a song,
To your hunger, bread.
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Annie Ernaux's unpublished journals, Namwali Serpell on Toni Morrison's native figures, Lauren Oyler on her AI boyfriend, and more.
Annie Ernaux's unpublished journals, Namwali Serpell on Toni Morrison's native figures, Lauren Oyler on her AI boyfriend, and more.