[feral-ballad]

Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Oratani, from The Ink Dark Moon Love Poems by Ono No Komachi and Izumi Shikibu

[geryone]

If You Love That Lady, Maya C. Popa

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Coming to Writing, Hélène Cixous

[geryone]

Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio

[blistexenthusiast]

Jenny Holzer, White Text: Arno 1996

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[perfectday1972]

ma, sì, rosa e oro, 2013 & impasto di colore rosa, tuttotondo by ettore spalletti, 2010 via crystal__voyager

[blemgoid]

one time a being of pure light & truth appeard to me and started saying some bullshit but i ignored it

[iphigeniacomplex]

Dust by Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Luyao Wu

[havingapoemwithyou]

Crush by Ada Limón

[nemfrog]

Astronomical phenomena. Werner encyclopaedia. vol. 11. 1909. Frontispiece.

Internet Archive

[facinaoris]

Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire

[brookebitch69]

lowkey one of the most affecting sentences i have ever read. I have never been able to get it out of my head and i dont understand what it is trying to convey at all.

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems

[heavensghost]

Apple zine! With a little poem I wrote

[dirigma]

“Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp?”

— Sufjan Stevens, Enchanting Ghost

[orpheuslament]

Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich