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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
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.
This is to inform you that I didn’t die young.
Jim Harrison, Barking
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
“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
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
Logis du Feés, France by Sies Kranen
Logis du Feés, France by Sies Kranen
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)
“Everything is connected and the web is holy.”
— Marcus Aurelius (via memoryslandscape)
"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"
as they say, the road to hell is paved with good people and good intentions...
the walls of Armenia are speaking... 'if my longing had hands, it would've strangled you long ago.'
- Sari Edelstein, The Sentimentality of Evil.
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
"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
everyone's "well-adjusted" and "mentally healthy" until the "sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all" part of Bohemian Rhapsody comes on
You already know the story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this. Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.
Emily Wilson, an excerpt of her introduction to The Iliad
