لاعب النرد _ محمود درويش The Dice Player by Mahmood Darwish

Animated Poem by Nissma Roshsy

art + lemony snicket

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Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, from You Can Be the Last Leaf: Selected Poems, trans. Fady Joudah.

some of my favorite tiny love stories

update:

(from nyt’s modern love column)

poems I loved in december

Radio Romance by Mashrou' Leila

Night Walk

by Franz Wright

The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper— finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Clive Bell written c. April 1908 featured in The Letters of Virginia Woolf

I want this epitaph 📝⏳

🌬️😶‍🌫️🥲🤌💓💓💓💓💓

Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?", Felicity

I hope I’m reincarnated as someone who makes better decisions

بے دلی کیا یوں ہی دن گزر جائیں گے

صرف زندہ رہے ہم تو مر جائیں گے

رقص ہے رنگ پر رنگ ہم رقص ہیں

سب بچھڑ جائیں گے سب بکھر جائیں گے

بوسہ، دیا۔ 😭

— Mahmoud Darwish

— Jaun Eliya

كيف هي قلبك

ويسأل الله كل ليلة القوة