Alda Merini, tr. by Susan Stewart, from Love Lessons: Selected Poems of Alda Merini; âThe cry of deathâ
[Text ID: âheart made of rot and solitudeâ]
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Alda Merini, tr. by Susan Stewart, from Love Lessons: Selected Poems of Alda Merini; âThe cry of deathâ
[Text ID: âheart made of rot and solitudeâ]
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
â danagray
âThere is love in holding and there is love in letting go.â
â Elizabeth Berg
there is so so much liberation in letting go though.
Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; âBluest Nudeâ
[Text ID: âI crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.â]
Mary Oliver, from New & Selected Poems of Mary Oliver; "A Meeting,"
Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: âYou were always leaving. I always picture you with a suitcase in your hand. I canât picture you sitting at a desk. I always see you in motion.â]
i know it will pass but itâs heavy.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson
Sappho, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)
i love when i'm in the car at night and i look out the window and the moon is following me. it's so romantic. we've been doing this since i was a child
Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
Some people will see that your heart is pure and purposely mistreat you.
Mahmoud Darwish - âMemory for ForgetfulnessâÂ
Mary Oliver, from âEvidenceâ, Devotions