A question
What does freedom require of lovers?
Not always departure. Sometimes the harder thing: to stay without owning, or to leave without erasing.
I Go My Way with Pride
An Umayyad princess-poet in Córdoba took lovers in public and wrote in her own name. The affair with Ibn Zaydūn burned, then tore. She is not his muse. She is the other poet.
To Her Vicereine, and to Learning
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz wrote love sonnets, some toward the Countess of Paredes, and the letter Respuesta a Sor Filotea. Friendship, desire, convent, colonial gender. Not a sticker. Not a denial.
A Hedge Away
Emily Dickinson and Susan Huntington Gilbert lived a hedge apart. The letters and poems are intimate, queer-readable, and tangled in family. A modern book-title is not the name she gave her life.
Kiss Me Again
Œuvres de Louïze Labé Lionnoize: sonnets, including “Baise m’encor.” The mouth on the page is certain. Whether one woman of Lyon wrote it is a living scholarly question. The poems survive either way.
Myongwol
Hwang Jini, the gisaeng-poet called Bright Moon, wrote sijo with independence, wit, and desire. She was not waiting to be saved, and she is not a tragic courtesan cliché.