When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla you must count yourself lucky. You must offer her what’s left of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish you must put aside, and make her a ...
“I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you.” - Kate Clancy, from “Perhaps Patagonia” (via thebluesthour )
> LOLA RIDGE, from To The Many; The Collected Poems of L. R.; “I Am > Shining,”
> “my heart is a limping deer.” — HAFIZAH GETER, from ‘the unrequited, its aftermath’, in Drunken Boat
“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
vertigo1871 : > Gustav Vigeland, Coitus, 1898
“You do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.” — JOAN NAVIYUK KANE, from “Love Poem,” Hyperboreal
lineandstanza : > Mark McMorris
“To sleep in one another’s arms, and dream of waves, flowers, clouds, woods,” — PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, from The Collected Poems of P. S; “Epipsychidion,”
oldworldwisdom : > “When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider > world than the lion who has known only the wilds. While he was in > captivi...
“Here in this great autumnal forest where I walk barefoot there are paths on which we might have walked together” - RAINER MARIA RILKE, from a letter to LOU SALOMÉ witten c. August 1904
weltenwellen : > Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “On Loving”, Sin: > Selected Poems
weltenwellen : >> “You see the sun, and for the first time in years, you can feel >> it, warm on your skin, hot on the back of your neck. For the first >> ...
unknown / nicola samori / richard siken
The river is low almost calm We sip peach cider share nachos on a patio ringed with crocuses wave to the waning moon There’s a metaphor here, too Something about sweetness Abou...
love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again
“100. It often happens that we count our days, as if the act of measurement made us some kind of promise. But really this is like hoisting a harness onto an invisible horse. “There is simply ...
> Underneath, JORIE GRAHAM
love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again
“She stares at the flowers, eyes full of tears,” — WANG WEI, tr. by Burton Watson, from “Six Poems on Remembering,”