i'll give you the sun

[derangedrhythms]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘Gott spricht zu jedem nur, eh er ihn macht’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

[ohsunrises]

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.

[primulaceas]

Richard Siken, I Had a Dream About You

[ohsunrises]

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared

and want to be rescued.

[serratedpens]

“Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton (via 89words)

[heartshop]

She placed you in the center of her spiraling winds, right at the heart of the odd calm at her storm’s core.

Amy Gerstler, Medicine

[luthienne]

“We circled each other, wary, abandoned, full of longing.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[luthienne]

“This is a story / about the first tragedy / ever written. / This is a story / about you.”

— Mahtem Shiferraw, Fuschia; “Plot Line”

[luthienne]

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; “Land of Fog” (tr. Mark Anderson)

[ohsunrises]

In winter my love is among the beasts of the forest.

In winter my love is a tree among trees

[kafk-a]

Ocean Vuong, from Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong

[ohsunrises]

The most beautiful part of your body is where it's headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

[illiteratetrash]

“Look, just as time isn’t inside clocks love isn’t inside bodies: bodies only tell the love.”

— Yehuda Amichai, from “On Some Other Planet You May Be Right” (via merulae)

[the-witch-prince]

“You are my truth, and I am your question. […] You are my garden, and I am your shadows”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from “This is your name”; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)

[lifeinpoetry]

Candlelight for two is a date; I faintly remember those. Candlelight alone is a séance— forgive me, my dearly departed for crying out so often, for still needing you so damn much.

— Kamilah Aisha Moon, from “Storm,” Together in a Sudden Strangeness, ed. Alice Quinn

[dvoyd]

“Now my wishes are down to two: / Staying alive. And wanting to.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Thanatos,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)

[bye2050]

“I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’”

— Daphne Du Maurier, Don’t Look Now & Other Stories (via saltwaterhoney)

[xshayarsha]

“And her eyes were green, glass-green, malachite green, the cloudy green of seawater perturbed and carrying a weight of sand.”

— A.S. Byatt, from Possession: A Romance.

[flowerytale]

Frank O'Hara ― Lunch Poems

[ohsunrises]

I seem to be defying fate, or am I avoiding it?

[beautymyeyes-see]

Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

[ohsunrises]

Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain.

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Their Attitudes Differ”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[ohsunrises]

The earth doesn't comfort, it only covers up if you have the decency to stay quiet

The sun doesn't forgive, it looks and keeps going.

Night seeps into us through the accidents we have inflicted on each other

Next time we commit love, we ought to choose in advance what to kill.