“Wild Geese”, Mary Oliver
.2019
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“Wild Geese”, Mary Oliver
.2019
Mark Doty, "The Death of Antinoüs"
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Longing, of course, become its own object, the way that desire can make anything into a god.
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“I don’t think I’ve hated something so much as me wanting you”
— — Jasmine Gibson, from “Hot-Hand Fallacy,” Don’t Let Them See Me Like This
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I am not the survival I came after.
I am the victory a boastful flag.
I am not a promise. I am a threat. I am what takes and does not give back.
a new history a forked tongue a priestess church and communion a woman with her own legacy
take this, my story. eat it and remember me.
— Yesika Salgado, from “Diaspora Writes To Her New Home,” Hermosa
“Say it. Say it again: I am and I am and I am / in spite of—”
— Malcolm Tariq, from “Bop: Black Queer Southern Studies,” Heed the Hollow
“I was— am— terrified of being owned. By a god or a man or a child or a place. By anyone or anything but myself.”
— Brenna Womer, from “Empire Blue,” Atypical Cells of Undetermined Significance
You know you are an adult when you get excited to just go home.
By: Stefie
Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems I
This is how I learned to love.
Fleeting; in a panic; a frenzy; watching as the wicked unfolds.
— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Señor Frogs,” Sink
I put the burning coals in my mouth and I said this. Then I fainted.
I am that Persephone Who played with her darlings in Sicily Against a background of social security.
Oh what a glorious time we had. Or had we not? They said it was sad. I was born good, grown bad.
— Anne Carson, from Norma Jeane Baker of Troy
“هر که عیب دگران پیش تو آورد و شمرد بیگمان عیبِ تو پیش دگران خواهد برد He who speaks ill of someone before you Without a doubt! He speaks ill of you before others.”
— Sa’di (via honeyandelixir)
& the desire to pass through life like a shadow becomes greater than the desire to raise your voice in vain
— Kwame Opoku-Duku, from “iv: the old head verses (ecclesiastes) 21-25,” The Unbnd Verses