Farewell, now you will no longer be you, nor I, I. As if to say, This ebbing night will rise now in such a day that will be new.
Geetanjali Shree in, Tomb of Sand.
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Farewell, now you will no longer be you, nor I, I. As if to say, This ebbing night will rise now in such a day that will be new.
Geetanjali Shree in, Tomb of Sand.
“[…] peut-être parce que, sans m'en rendre compte, j'étais déjà en train de devenir quelqu'un d'autre.”
— Le Bleu des abeilles, Laura Alcoba, 2013
Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"
Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"
Maggie Nelson, Bluets
outdated memes that apply to me and only me <3
— Louise Glück, from “Averno.”
but you see, i was seventeen and alone and nobody gave me anything except one book by dickinson and she was so neat, so precise, so human and i wasn’t. i just wasn’t.
— Megan Fernandes, from “Conversion,” Good Boys
me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
Agata Kus — Mother (oil on canvas, 2012)
“Green things followed by golden things followed by whiteness - abstractions from which comes intense pleasures, like the figs on the table.”
— Louise Glück, from her poem ‘Twilight’, from “A Village Life”, Carcanet Press, 2010 (via indeskidgepoetry)
“I am always here, stroking the wings of your soul.”
— Richard Jackson, from “Sonata of Love’s History,” The Heart as Framed: New and Selected Poems (Press 53, 2022)
Melissa Febos, Abandon Me
The grind NEVER starts. I am sleeping.
Fish-farm cultivator Ioannis Ouzounoglou collects fish that died because of recent low temperatures, at his fish farm in Richo lagoon, in Igoumenitsa, Greece, on January 26, 2022. Giannis Floulis.
“It would have surprised neither of us to have found, slit open, that we shared organs, that one’s lungs breathed for the both, that a single heart beat a doubling, feverish pulse.”
— Daisy Johnson, Sisters (via rotgospels)