Li Qingzhao, from a poem titled "Late Spring," featured in The Complete Poems of Li Qingzhao
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Li Qingzhao, from a poem titled "Late Spring," featured in The Complete Poems of Li Qingzhao
..."in one kiss you'll know all I haven't said"...
~Pablo Neruda
Richard Siken, from a poem titled "Drug Plane," featured in I Do Know Some Things: Poems
“I have seen him at his best, and his worst… I cannot decide which I love more, his happiness, or raw emotion. But I love him, all of him. Every single side and bit. I love the sky above his head, the floor he walks on. I love the words he spills over morning coffee, the whispers he mumbles in sleep. I love the tears he blinks away, the red in his cheeks. There is not a part of him I can’t accept, there is not a part of him I can’t love.”
— i.c. // every single side and bit
I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.
Shane Koyczan
"The heart is like a bird: as long as it is free, it can soar toward the heavens. But when it becomes captive to a worldly passion ('ishq), it is like a bird whose wings are clipped, trapped in the cage of its own longing. It beats its breast against the bars, thinking it is seeking life, when it is actually forgetting how to fly."
|Rawdat al-Muhibbin|
💙Napoli dalla Certosa di San Martino.
Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017
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Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems