Enlighten Me

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[headlightsforever]

Poetry's another word

For losing everything

Except purity of heart.

Paul Durcan

[ymutate]

Alisa Williams

[poetic-questions]

—May Sarton, "All Souls"

[bluewillowmoon]

“What ends goes on ending, he thought, waking into his grief.”

— Peter Everwine, from “The Room Was Dark,” Listening Long and Late: Poems (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013)

[da-da-sk]

“And in the evening when loss seems too great to fill that black empty space between few stars, I wish to disappear into the night’s thin vanishing, try to forget the moon’s gentle need to hold old shadows.”

— Greg Sellers, from “Elegy with a Wedge in Wood,” from an untitled manuscript-in-progress (via memoryslandscape)

[evergreendrip]

[huong1952]

“lonely willow bends / to touch blue lake, lover’s hand / calms a canoe’s wake …”

— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 19 November 2021 (via memoryslandscape)

[huong1952]

“Let me tell you something More than words can say But they’re all I have, no other way There’s a river flowing By a willow tree When you find you’re there remember me My only love”

— Bryan Ferry, lyrics from “My Only Love,” released on Flesh + Blood LP by Roxy Music (Atco/Reprise, 1980)

[huong1952]

“And As It’s Going And as it’s going often at love’s breaking, The ghost of first days came again to us, The silver willow through window then stretched in, The silver beauty of her gentle branches. The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure To us, who fear to lift looks from the earth, Who are so lofty, bitter and intense, About days when we were saved together. Anna Akhmatova Translation: Yevgeny Bonver”

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[huong1952]

“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.””

— Virginia Woolf, A Haunted House, And Other Short Stories (via seabois)

[bofransson]

Claude Monet-Water-Lilies and Weeping-Willow Branches-1919

[more-than-ideas]

Natalia Drepina

[bluewillowmoon]

beneath willow limbs

one dreams of being

touched all over

— Yūgure. 31 May 2026

[metaphorformetaphor]

“When autumn comes, and the glimmering sunlight turns feeble, I shall pay you homage through simple words, and love you as only the willow can love the languorous river.”

— Miklós Radnóti, from “From Psalms of Rapture,” Miklós Radnóti: The Complete Poetry in Hungarian and English (McFarland & Company, 2012)

[msmarymillspaulos]

The Blue Sky

Long Island NY 1923

Edward Steichen (1879-1973)

Luxenbourgian Photograoher

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Rilke and I”

[pre-raphaelisme]

Study of Dante holding the hand of Love (for the painting ‘Dante’s Dream at the Time of the Death of Beatrice’) by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1855-1856.