September 2011
113 posts
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Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay (via darkmediacity)
It is not easy… to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the...
– Cary Tennis (via slekes)
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I do know the light is everywhere.
– David Wojahn, from “August, 1953” (via the-final-sentence)
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It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do...
– Aldous Huxley, Island (Thank you, heartmindspirit & atelier)
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Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...
– Claude Monet (via gensdumonde)
It seems
our own impermanence is concealed from us.
The trees stand firm, the...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Second Duino Elegy (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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from Dan Chiasson, "The Elephant"
poetryeater:
Did you know, though, that elephants were taught to write the Greek alphabet with their hooves? Worn out by suffering, we lie on our great backs, tossing grass up to heaven—as a distraction, not a prayer. That’s not humility you see, on our long final journeys: that’s procrastination. It hurts my heavy body to lie down.
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I want to be a word. I would be abstract
with an inscrutable ending.
– from Anna Moschovakis’, “Untitled” (via poetryeater)
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I have to be more careful about my memories, I have to be sure they’re my own...
– Margaret Atwood | Surfacing (via blogut)
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… of golden figures
that breathe like mountains do
and...
– Joanne Kyger, from “September” (via proustitute)
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It must be immense, this silence, in which sounds and movements have room, and...
– from Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by S. Mitchell)
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There is a pain so utter
It swallows Being up.
Then covers the abyss with...
– Emily Dickinson (via awakeinthedream)
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We do not need or desire souvenirs of events that are repeatable. Rather we need...
– Susan Stewart, On Longing (via mythologyofblue)
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Anne Sexton sometimes seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so...
– Erica Jong on the poet Anne Sexton (via cameliaoaks)
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It occurs to me that,
when I die,
they might find the necklace
I dropped...
– Dorothea Grossman (via holdonmagnolia)
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When you are born your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for...
– Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (via holdonmagnolia)
If you are cold, tea will warm you; if you are too heated, it will cool you; if...
– William Gladstone (via aclockwithouthands)
I really do think that art can save you in some sense. It’s the last meaning,...
– Sam Savage, Poets & Writers Sept/Oct 2011 (via lesmotsjustes)
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.
– Don Delillo, White Noise (via human-voices)
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I hate and I love. Why? You might ask.
I don’t know. But I feel it happening...
– Catullus, fragment 85, translated by Anne Carson (via senseofchampagnechic)
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I remember that moment because, if I am honest, I have them so seldom. I am not...
– Tana French, from In the Woods (via aubade, aubade)
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Sharing Poetry: Tony Hoagland, "Personal" →
sharingpoetry:
Don’t take it personal, they said; but I did, I took it all quite personal— the breeze and the river and the color of the fields; the price of grapefruit and stamps, the wet hair of women in the rain— And I cursed what hurt me and I praised what gave me joy, the most simple-minded of possible…
The night never wants to end, to give itself over
to light. So it traps itself...
– Joseph Stroud, “Night in Day” (via proustitute)
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Take a writer away from his typewriter
and all you have left
is
the sickness...
– Charles Bukowski (via thequotecollector)
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When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least...
– The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry (via growing-orbits)
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Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quiet valid sensation. I realized, in...
– Fernando Pessoa (via suzywire)
Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You...
– (via journalofanobody)
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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...
– Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)
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You probably think I’m nuts saying the mountains
have no word for ocean, but if...
– Philip Levine, “Our Valley” (via whiskey river)
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I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and...
– Hermann Hesse (via suzywire)
I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret...
– Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via milkwoods)
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Sharing Poetry: Nazim Hikmet, "On Living" →
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Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example— I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such…
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write...
– (via journalofanobody)
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How does
a part of the world
leave the world?
How does wetness
leave...
– Shadow and Light by Jelal’uddin Rumi, from The Soul of Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we...
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via serialstranger)
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The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever....
– From Point Omega by Don DeLillo. (via bookoflead)
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it’s one of those nights filled with love. or is it desire. the cusp. hong kong...
– Emmy Pérez: sweet metal sweet (via grammatolatry)
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What we love, shapely and pure,
is not to be held,
but to be...
– Mary Oliver, from “Swans” in Evidence (via proustitute)
She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present,...
– Dave Eggers, How the Water Feels to the Fishes (via aneclecticmess)
What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be...
– Jeanette Winterson (via lajoiedevivre)
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Don’t ask me any questions. I’ve seen how things
that seek their way find their...
– from 1910 (Intermezzo) by Federico Garcia Lorca (thank you, secretfragileskies)
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I longed for the courage to do something reckless and the years in which to...
– (via senseofchampagnechic)
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My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness...
– Fernando Pessoa (via suzywire)
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She kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun.
– Saul Williams (via arielj-)
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There’s a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You...
– Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels (via growing-orbits)