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you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.
— Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit (via lifeinpoetry)
Adonis, Selected Poems; “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)
When Oscar Wilde said "Yes I'm a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
And when Oscar Wilde said " they've promised that dreams can come true, but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too."
— Ocean Vuong, Nothing
[text ID: I used to cry in a genre no one read.]
― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
[text ID: I seem to myself, as in a dream, / An accidental guest in this dreadful body.]
Ōtomo No Yakamochi, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
[text ID: I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.]
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
[text ID: I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.]