Already the people murmur that I am your enemybecause they say that in verse I give the world your me.They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.Who rises in my verses is not...

I see myself through others eyes and I am made anew.

I see… the way you’re always searching. How much you hate anything fake or phony. How you’re older than your years, but still… playful, like a little girl. How you’re always looking into people, or...

This is my own personal logo

And if what they say is true–if every great painting is really a self-portrait–what, if anything, is Fabritius saying about himself?

I sat back and looked at it. It was ugly, dark, uncontrolled. Like a monster’s face. Or maybe what I saw there was my own face. I couldn’t quite tell. Was the face the image...