[smakkabagms]

Then there was life with its cruel houses and people who seldom touched - though touch is all -

Anne Sexton “Rowing” (via smakkabagms)

[aspiritualwarrior]

The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.

Carl Jung (via aspiritualwarrior)

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I want you desperately. I want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  I want you, from me, to have the experience of being loved.

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Your presence touched others,”

— Denise Levertov, from The Collected Earlier Poems; “Everything That Acts is Actual,”

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Anne Sexton, reading her poem titled “All My Pretty Ones,” c. 1965

I outlive you, bend down my strange face to yours and forgive you.

[mournfulroses]

“To touch and remind you.”

— Amy Lowell, from The Complete Poems & Writings; “A Roxbury Garden,”

[weltenwellen]

“Everything about me is unfinished, insufficient.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé written c. December 1905

[seaymphea-deactivated20190709]

“I hold your hand with my eyes,”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: “Songs from an Island” (via autumnalsonata)

[winterhyacinth]

“[You have bursts and lapses, you have words — you walk and wait.] Your blood is love — that’s all.”

— Cesar Pavese, from “Two Poems for T.”, trans. Geoffrey Brock (via lucreza)

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Her holy, and mild, and eloquent face,

Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works; “Morella,” wr. c. April 1835 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I wanted them to feel.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “A Nasty Anecdote: A Story,” written c. 1862 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I am the soul in agony. This passion is mine.

Arthur Rimbaud, tr. by Peter Washington, from “The Savior Bumped Upon His Heavy Butt,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Don’t you agree with me that there exist special, chosen people who have been endowed with the power and faculty of desiring a thing, craving for a thing, willing a thing–so persistently and so–so inexorably–that at last it has to happen? Don’t you believe that?”

Henrik Ibsen, from “The Master Builder,” written c. January 1893

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Rosario Castellanos, from The Selected Poems; “The Wailing,” c. 1958

[illbestanleypark]

Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.

Anne Sexton

[illbestanleypark]

... You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

Anne Sexton

[illbestanleypark]

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...