Aching, aching, aching

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There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass.

—Mary MacLane


Credits: Poem – Sleepwalking.nu from Mary MacLane’s book , “I Await The Devil’s Coming”. Photograph: Bill Moore


26 thoughts on “Aching, aching, aching”

  1. I rediscovered Mary MacLane in ’85, did the first anthology on her in ’93 … and I’m so happy she’s finally being read. Her depth and fire-and-ice are comforts to many people. I’m hoping to finish a biography on her soon!

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