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Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes Loving me in secret. It is here. At a touch of my hand, The air fills with delicate creatures From the other world.

—James Wright (from “Milkweed”)

Occasionally my parents themselves said to me, “There are also cheery things in life. Why do you only show the dark side?” That I could not answer. It held no charm for me.

—Käthe Kollwitz