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lyss • xxiv • she/her • dark academia; vita brevis, ars longa

[charnel-grounds]

Carlo Farneti (1892–1961), “Le poison”

from ‘Les Fleur du Mal’ by Charles Baudelaire

hand coloured pochoir lithograph, 1934

source

[audreyagnes2]

“You can’t always be somebody’s ‘forever’. Sometimes you’re just their ‘summer’ or their ‘little while’ …. Sometimes not even that. Sometimes the closest you’ll get is their ‘almost’ or their ‘maybe’ And when they leave, the best you can hope for is to be their ‘what if’ or ‘remember when’… Because you can’t always be somebody’s ‘forever’ …. even if they were yours.”

— Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

[aoiui]

[derangedrhythms]

You are everything to me. What wouldn't I want to be for you. I'd like to follow you when you're dead, look back to see you even if I might be turned into stone.

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson

[h-isforhome]

they don't tell you this but if ur really lonely for a long time, a hole starts forming in ur heart and the longer u feel lonely the bigger the hole gets and it doesn't matter if u feel less lonely when ur older bc the hole stays forever and ur life just grows around it. But the hole is always there.

[hoodlumwitchh]

This is to inform you that I didn’t die young.

Jim Harrison, Barking

[firstfullmoon]

could you please recommend any poems that convey the experience of having a crush? i just realised that i have such a horrendous crush on someone and i do not know what to do about it at all, but maybe some poetry will help!

having a crush rocks actually. the pleasure & the agony’s all mine etc.

“Party” by Kim Addonizio

“O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love” “Short Talk on Le Bonheur d’être bien aimée” and “Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff” by Anne Carson

“Come, And Be My Baby” by Maya Angelou

“Lies About Sea Creatures” and “The End of Poetry” by Ada Limón

“Love Comes Quietly” by Robert Creeley

“Asking About You” by Eloise Klein Healy

[desescrita]

“But longing is momentum in disguise: It’s active, not passive; touched with the creative, the tender, and the divine. We long for something, or someone. We reach for it, move toward it. The word longing derives from the Old English langian, meaning ‘to grow long,’ and the German langen—to reach, to extend. The word yearning is linguistically associated with hunger and thirst, but also desire. In Hebrew, it comes from the same root as the word for passion. The place you suffer, in other words, is the same place you care profoundly—care enough to act.”

— Susan Cain, Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole

[metamorphesque]

poems for the man who painted flowers in wartime

The Dream of a Curious Man, Charles Baudelaire

Tired, Langston Hughes

Threads of Life, W. B. Yeats

The Way The Light Reflects, Richard Siken

When I Have Fears, John Keats

Tear It Down, Jack Gilbert

A Center, Ha Jin

To the One Who is Reading Me, Jorge Luis Borges

Longing (karot) and Waiting, Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

I Belong There, Mahmoud Darwish

The Gardener 85, Rabindranath Tagore

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower, Rainer Maria Rilke

Wait For Me, Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)

I flounder, Mesrop Mashtots (translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian)

RÉVEILLÉ, Ronald Lewis Carton

“Hope” is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson

For the New Year 1981, Denise Levertov

A Vote For the Gentle Light, Charles Bukowski

There Are Birds Here, Jamaal May

Good Bones, Maggie Smith

Hope, Czeslaw Milosz

Though there are torturers, Michael Coady

Goodbye to Tolerance, Denise Levertov

Perhaps the World Ends Here. Joy Harjo

From the River to the Sea, Samer Abu Hawwash (translated by Huda Fakhreddine)

Book of Lamentations: Conversations with God, from the depth of my heart, Grigor Narekatsi

[expressions-of-nature]

Logis du Feés, France by Sies Kranen

[expressions-of-nature]

Logis du Feés, France by Sies Kranen

[metamorphesque]

tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

[andtenderness-deactivated202601]

“Everything is connected and the web is holy.”

— Marcus Aurelius (via memoryslandscape)

[ineffectualdemon]

"They were a good person with good intentions and strong convictions and belief in doing the right thing. And because of that they deeply hurt people including people they were trying to protect" - is fantastic characterisation that too many people reduce to only one half of the equation

"They were a good person and people still died because they didn't put trust in anyone else" ← is so fucking good but people don't fucking appreciate it

"They were a good person and they failed. Over and over again. They failed." ← DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW DELICIOUS THAT IS!?!?

I am on my hands and knees begging people to allow characters to be complex and flawed and not reduced down to "The Good Guy" and "The Bad Guy"

[tinyreviews]

as they say, the road to hell is paved with good people and good intentions...

[metamorphesque]

the walls of Armenia are speaking... 'if my longing had hands, it would've strangled you long ago.'

[goreprofonde]

- Sari Edelstein, The Sentimentality of Evil.

[firstfullmoon]

hi!! if you could only read 10 poems again, which would those poems be? I just went through all of my collected poetry and created a top 10 list of poems that mean the most to me, and i thought it was a really fun and challenging exercise! i'm curious if we have any poems in common <3

OUGH. okay hardest question ever. keeping in mind those would be the only 10 poems I could ever read, I picked ones that are seminal to me & my relationship with poetry

“The Same City” by Terrance Hayes

“Magdalene—The Seven Devils” by Marie Howe

“October” by Louise Glück

“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O’Hara

“Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.” by June Jordan

“[I aborted two daughters]” by Diane Seuss

“Snow and Dirty Rain” by Richard Siken

“Late Poem to My Father” by Sharon Olds

“The Colonel” by Carolyn Forché

“Turtle, Swan” by Mark Doty