sara

[academiaatitsfinest]

When green buds hang in the elm like dust

And sprinkle the lime like rain, 

Forth I wander, forth I must, 

And drink of life again. 

— A.E. Housman

[academiaatitsfinest]

A sudden gust of wind.

Branches brushing against each other—pine, beech.

A fiberglass hull tapping against the dock.

A sudden chill.

The smell of smoke, woodstove fires.

A light going out.

— Lloyd Schwartz

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And we will sit upon the Rocks, 

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, 

By shallow Rivers to whose falls 

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

— Christopher Marlowe

[academiaatitsfinest]

carefully folded, swooned, postpartum

posthaste—

my letter to you, I gave—

curious, you said uncanny you

said the color of my eyes in this light

is a different shade of green said

— Valerie Wetlaufer

[academiaatitsfinest]

I loved a girl

when I was a girl,

before I knew desire

could be used against me.

— Valerie Wetlaufer

[academiaatitsfinest]

I know

Not these my hands

And yet I think there was

A woman like me once had hands

Like these.

— Adelaide Crapsey

[academiaatitsfinest]

Water, is taught by thirst.

Land - by the Oceans passed.

Transport - by throe -

Peace - by its battles told-

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

Had I not seen the Sun

I could have borne the shade

But Light a newer Wilderness

My Wilderness has made-

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. 

    Men were deceivers ever, 

One foot in sea, and one on shore, 

    To one thing constant never.

— William Shakespeare

[academiaatitsfinest]

The Grass so little has to do-

A Sphere of simple Green -

With only Butterflies to brood

And Bees to entertain-

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

spilling water from my back,

you call and i come.

that exhausted walk to reach you

breathless and no i didn’t run

— Michelle Tea

[academiaatitsfinest]

For I am bound with fleshly bands,

Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;

I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,

And catch at hope.

— Christina Rossetti

[academiaatitsfinest]

So bashful when I spied her!

So pretty - so ashamed!

So hidden in her leaflets

Lest anybody find -

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

A little Road - not made of Man-

Enabled of the Eye-

Accessible to Thill of Bee-

Or Cart of Butterfly-

— Emily Dickinson

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Garlands for Queens, may be -

Laurels - for rare degree

Of soul or sword.

Ah - but rememberIng me -

Ah - but remembering thee -

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

"Love seeketh not itself to please, 

Nor for itself hath any care, 

But for another gives its ease, 

And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." 

—William Blake

[academiaatitsfinest]

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

— T.S. Eliot