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- Frank O'Hara
Vladimir Nabokov
“You are so brave and quiet, I forget you are suffering.”
- Ernest Hemingway
Looking for Your Face
From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous beauty that I now behold I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine Your fragrant breath like the morning breeze has come to the stillness of the garden You have breathed new life into me I have become your sunshine and also your shadow My soul is screaming in ecstasy Every fiber of my being is in love with you Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart and you have made radiant for me the earth and sky My arrow of love has arrived at the target I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer”
― Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi
Enraptured by an aberration of beauty, I cannot move. I find myself helpless against a woman whose pale lips sing to me. Every note, every hymn that escapes those lips, I want to hear like a story being told to a child. I want to listen to its crinkled page as it turns, but more so, I desired this creature before me.
― Marilyn Velez
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you–and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created–out of five vowels and three consonants.
— Vladimir Nabokov