until the sadness ends

Wannabe-philosopher, wearer of flower crowns, pun-maker extraordinaire. Living hopeful as this outer shell wastes away.

[schuylerpeck]

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

[megairea]

Arthur Symons, from Autumn Twilight; London Nights: Poems, 1895

[saintsebastiensbf]

ur early 20s are about being obsessed with kindness and mary oliver and seasonal fruits and recreating comfort foods you ate as a child and learning how to love and crying because you have no choice but to live the life before you and finding god on the bus back from the grocery store

[kafk-a]

Always Coming Home, Ursula K. Le Guin

[megairea]

Li Shangyin, from When Will I be Home? (tr. by Kenneth Rexroth)

[lifeinpoetry]

Does it matter that I once threw pebbles over this bridge to see how fast they’d fall? I imagined my body the size of a hundred small stones moving in unison. How I longed for the rocks’ silence once they reached the ground. But I could never lift both of my feet from the earth at once. Today I press my cheek to the bridge-facing window, feel the sun’s heat gathering at the border of the pane. Today I watch the cut red tulips open towards the waning light. I have so much more to tell you about being alive.

— Rachel Mennies, from “July 10, 2016,” The Naomi Letters

[megairea]

“Time holds us both fixed fast Under the bright wasting stars.”

— Kenneth Rexroth, from A Maze of Sparks of Gold; Collected Shorter Poems of K. Rexroth

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[watchoutforintellect]

“But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.”

— John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters

[amorousfrenzy]

Adriana Cloud, Bento Body (x)

[kafk-a]

Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters

[megairea]

“To taste the salt of the stars in the sea.”

— Anne Michaels, from Ask Aloud; All We Saw: Poems, 2017

[schuylerpeck]

schuyler peck / instagram: hiitssky / facebook

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[windflowerfairy]

by Emily Dickinson

[mournfulroses]

“I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by David McDuff, from “The Brothers Karamazov,”

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Toad”, Truro Bear and Other Adventures : Poems and Essays