We used to worship the moon

"It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves." - ғʀᴀɴᴢ ᴋᴀғᴋᴀ ▿ winter sunrise ▿ deers walking through the morning mist ▿ handwritten letters in deep red ink ▿ satin moths and black pearls ▿ white water lilies floating on a still dark lake like ghosts ▿ violent angel, golden winged ▿ ♜ ♖ ▿ ruins-of-her-peace sympathywiththought

[nonalimmen]

“I want to be haunted. I want autumn, flowers bathed in blood, the sort of intensity that weighs me down against my own will.”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Autumn Psalm,”

[mournfulroses]

Edgar Allan Poe, from Tamerlane & Other Poems of E. A. P.; “The Sleeper,”

[syringavulgaris]

From The Cane Groves of Narmada River, a book of Sanskrit erotic poetry translated and introduced by Andrew Schelling.

[russsianbimbo]

[inlovewiththemooon]

vessels of desperation

acrylic and ink on wood

[tristealven]

“When people ask me what Emily Dickinson poems are about, I want to run away and hide, simply because for me, some poems are not about the ‘about’. They are metaphysical spells that you hold close and don’t really want to elaborate on. They help you to go on when you have nothing else left to go on with, the kind of poems you remember even when you don’t want to remember them.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, before reading ‘hope is the thing with feathers’ (via juliens-bakery)

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[fictionalaffection]

old souls

[herssian]

i recently had a thought. which, as you can imagine, was stressful

[seabeck]

Dark marsh

[mournfulroses]

Delmira Agustini, from The Selected Poems of Delmira Agustini; "The Flood,"

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from "Geraldine and Jane" in The Complete Works

[chicory-and-birch]

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.

Franz Kafka

[professor-winter]

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ

[90377]

Untitled by ezook

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[flowerytale]

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo