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[seaoflove]

you cant unconvince me that the the quote tenderness is in the hands is the definition of auguste rodins hands sculptures

[mortisha]

Kaiein (to burn), Yves Olade.

[intimatum]

Learning to Die: An Interview with Jenny Offill

[weltenwellen]

Christine Gosnay, from “Apology”

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, “Thoughts from Underground”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[virgin-martyr]

“Do you burn because you remember darkness?”

— Ruth Awad, excerpt from “In the Gloaming, in the Roiling Night”

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, “Roominghouse, Winter”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[dogboyism]

around your head a crown of shining blood

hesitations outside the door by margaret atwood

[cruellheaven]

“I would like my misery to be translated into the utmost beauty.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios; featured in the Selected Poems (via enthymesis)

[ark-dark]

hands in art

[thoughtkick]

You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?

Ernest Hemingway (via thoughtkick)

[howifeltabouthim]

“You’re too lazy, passive to suffer. I do that for you too.”

— Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts

[howifeltabouthim]

“I’m alive and dead now, at the same time, speaking in your poems.”

— Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts

[auroradiation]

"I disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame. "

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Complete Poems

[Text ID: “(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)”]

[rotgospels]

Charles Wright, ‘Clear Night’