an intolerable tenderness

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At night, I woke to whisper: yes, we lived. We lived, yes, don’t say it was a dream.

Ilya Kaminsky, from “Dancing in Odessa,” Dancing in Odessa (Tupelo Press, 2004)

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Into light all things must fall, glad at last to have fallen.

Jane Kenyon, from Bright Unequivocal Eye: Poems; “Things,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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birds hover the trampled field, richard siken

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I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “True Encounter,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[blossomfully]

“Please, remember this. There was a love and it was ours. It was ours.”

— Sue Zhao

[cgcpoems]

“i’m trying not to stand vigil for you anymore / i’m trying to survive without the soft astonishments of loving / i’m trying to make myself into a good thing / even if you’re not around to be proud of me for it”

- from “Anagapesis” in “Poems for The Sound of The Sky Before Thunder” by Topaz Winters

[nearly-curtains]

Day #8: Wilderness 

Black and white photographs from Keaton Henson’s 5 Years.

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Collected Poems; “Epilogue,” c. December 1924

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boot theory, richard siken

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“I will always lean my heart as close to your soul as I can.”

— Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from “The Woman I Love,”

[soracities]

“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Extracting the Stone of Madness’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)

[lifeinpoetry]

“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”

— Shauna Barbosa, from “GPS,” Cape Verdean Blues

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boot theory, richard siken

[santapescadora]

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”

— Hélène Cixous  from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

[qvotable]

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”

— A.A. Milne // Winnie-the-Pooh

[rbcages]

- Reena B.

[jupitersummers-blog]

where i come from it smells of soft raspberry melt - and our daughters bathe in streams of liquor, the black bird picks at the pink soil it is bittersweet as it glides down your throat leaves you wanting more the liquid weighs down the palm as we collide with our lovers and forget who we were home is here while it is not it is not but at least i can visit when i am asleep; the blessing and the coming our short lived union proved enough, i relish on the taste of you in remembrance

Zaid Z. (via jupitersummers)