Jalah

[primulaceas]

Yoshitomo Nara, The Fool Dressed in Pink (2006)

[bright-eyed]

[serratedpens]

Charles Rafferty

[body5000]

[heavensghost]

Patrick Ness

[ardor-mohr]

“Everyone at every moment is guided by what they see most clearly—compounded with what they see least clearly.”

— Paul Valéry, Evil Thoughts and Others (1941)

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Sunrise, Louise Glück

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Meet me under the spell of the world where we shimmer with the dust of stars. We are wounds, we are salve, we are hands reaching. Look how the sky fits in our palms. Look how lightly we touch clouds, cup the sun. Look how much we can hold, hand over, let go.”

— Amy Sage Webb-Baza, from “Meet Me,” MockingHeart Review (vol. 7, no. 1, 2022)

[flowerytale]

So Bright and Delicate: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne.  

[killing-the-prophet]

Thousands of torches are placed in terraced fields by villagers during a local festival praying for good harvest at Guilin, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, China, on June 3, 2017. Stringer

[da-da-sk]

Vasilisa Donbay ph.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Some who never feel loved keep traveling.

Fanny Howe, from Love and I: Poems; “Turbulence,” publ. c. October 2019 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“It is a great art: to love and keep still.”

— Anna Kamienska, from a diary entry featured in “In That Great River: A Notebook,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

That is what I want of you–out of sight & sound of other people, to lie close to you and let the world rush by. To watch with you suns rising and moons risings in that purple edge outside most people’s vision…

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“What interests me is what I do not know. And it leaves me first of all silent. But at the same time, it strikes my body, it hurts me. It is always what is stronger than I am that interests me.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “Poetry, Passion and History,”

[beguines]

Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.

Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future

[expressions-of-nature]

Greece by Dimitris Tamvakos