Mercy for the greedy

"My friend, my friend, I was born doing reference work in sin, and born confessing it. This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star."

[heartshop]

Louise Glück, ‘Children Coming Home From School’

[adrasteiax]

Margaret Atwood, from November in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″

[lifeinpoetry]

“I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.”

— Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild

[modern-vampires-of-art-history]

Edward Hopper, Summer Evening (1947) / Vampire Weekend, I Think Ur A Contra (2010)

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[existential-celestial]

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.

T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” in Four Quartets

[approvers]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And I was listening to you. As if to music, as if to peace.

Eavan Boland, from New Collected Poems: “Against Love Poetry,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[poetsonart]

[rcbertgrays]

[antiquery]

The Outcast, Sandro Botticelli | To Be Alone With You, Sufjan Stevens

[soracities]

Ambrose Bierce, from The Devil’s Dictionary

[vesselsofmercy]

“Tell me

where do dead girls wander

after their summer?”

– Audre Lorde, from Undersong; “Memorial 2,”

[drunkanddressed]

This is the first time I feel like I actually don’t know if I’ll make it through this era of my life.

[luthienne]

Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much.

Anne Sexton, from

Complete Poems

[drunkanddressed]

Another person from my hometown discovered my twitter, so I guess I have to be terrible on here now instead.