At night, I woke to whisper: yes, we lived.
We lived, yes, don’t say it was a dream.
Ilya Kaminsky, from “Dancing in Odessa,” Dancing in Odessa (Tupelo Press, 2004)
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Into light all things must fall, glad at last to have fallen.
Jane Kenyon, from Bright Unequivocal Eye: Poems; “Things,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “True Encounter,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“i’m trying not to stand vigil for you anymore / i’m trying to survive without the soft astonishments of loving / i’m trying to make myself into a good thing / even if you’re not around to be proud of me for it”
- from “Anagapesis” in “Poems for The Sound of The Sky Before Thunder” by Topaz Winters
Day #8: Wilderness
Black and white photographs from Keaton Henson’s 5 Years.
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“I will always lean my heart as close to your soul as I can.”
— Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from “The Woman I Love,”
“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be.”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Extracting the Stone of Madness’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)
“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”
— Shauna Barbosa, from “GPS,” Cape Verdean Blues
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“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”
— A.A. Milne // Winnie-the-Pooh
where i come from
it smells of soft
raspberry melt - and
our daughters bathe in
streams of liquor,
the black bird picks
at the pink soil
it is bittersweet
as it glides down your throat
leaves you wanting more
the liquid weighs down the palm
as we collide
with our lovers
and forget who we were
home is here
while it is not
it is not but
at least
i can visit
when i am asleep;
the blessing and the coming
our short lived union
proved enough,
i relish
on the taste of you
in remembrance
Zaid Z. (via jupitersummers)
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When
the dark rolled round again, we were silver-sighted, wrapped in smoke and ready. We howled. Oh yes. Listen. Our throats still know how to find the rawest song.
— Catherine Pierce, from “The Delinquent Girls,” The Girls of Peculiar