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Deborah Turbeville, Vogue Sposa, Catania, Sicily, 1995. Image via newyorker.com

Hermann Hesse

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How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.

How Heavy The Days, a poem by Hermann Hesse ( 1877-1962 )

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