poetry collection

to keep track of my little notebooks full of collected pretty words that i don’t wanna have to double check every time i write down another poem to make sure i hadn’t already. (because i suffer from being an idiot and keep forgetting)

[deepseaidyll]

October cups my face in gentle hands. sunlight filters through me, casting my heart on the pavement like stained glass. i know i‘m going to be alright.

— (i wish i knew where this is from)

[deepseaidyll]

when will there be compassion?

when the dead tree flowers.

when will the dead tree flower?

when you take my hand.

— margaret atwood

[deepseaidyll]

i want it

to be my fault

she said

so i can fix it

— louise glück

[deepseaidyll]

memory is a rope around the neck

— clementine von radics

[deepseaidyll]

instead of dreaming, i now love. and while loving, i create what i afterwards recognize as a dream.

— anaïs nin

[deepseaidyll]

it is at dusk that the most interesting things occur, for that is when simple differences fade away. i could live in everlasting dusk.

— olga tokarczuk

[deepseaidyll]

we‘ll dream of a longer summer. but this is the one we have; i lay my sunburnt head on your table: this is the time we have.

— adrienne rich

[deepseaidyll]

i wish you all the aloneness you hunger for. that big kitchen table where you sit laughing with friends. i see it happening.

— franz wright

[deepseaidyll]

it has been raining all night. summer rain. the liveliness of it keeps me awake. I am so happy to have lived.

- linda gregg

[deepseaidyll]

i‘m chasing myself (i have been for years)

- susan sontag

[deepseaidyll]

and still, on the days i want to be alive the sunlight leaves me stunned like a kiss

- hanif abdurraqib

[deepseaidyll]

… its boulevards of peach and vanilla stucco dissolve in the mists of autumn … in the sugar syrup of nostalgia, acquiring the elaboration of artifice, i am inventing an imaginary city as i go along.

- angela carter

[deepseaidyll]

October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.

— angela carter

[deepseaidyll]

October is my empire

my delicate hands control

things to be lost

— ryūichi tamura

[deepseaidyll]

i never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale‘s throat even when it‘s not singing.

— dulce maría loynaz

[deepseaidyll]

they say nothing lasts forever but they‘re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.

— ocean vuong

[deepseaidyll]

my darling, today i love you so sweetly, so joyfully — you don‘t know how… I dreamt of you last night — as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

— vladimir nabokov