up out of this

hanna, 32 writer, poet, reader

[pouringforever]

a ripe nectarine by Loch Eck on the most beautiful day

[schoonheid-1229]

Lilacs - Maria Geertruida Barbiers-Snabilié (1786 - 1838)

[havingapoemwithyou]

Not This by Olena Kalytiak Davis

[havingapoemwithyou]

Goatsong by Leila Chatti

[desescrita]

“Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism—to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.” 

— Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality

[havingapoemwithyou]

Regime by Carl Phillips

[thenightwood]

Solstice by Louise Glück

Each year, on the same date, the summer solstice comes. Consummate light: we plan for it, the day we tell ourselves that time is very long indeed, nearly infinite. And in our reading and writing, preference is given to the celebratory, the ecstatic. There is in these rituals something apart from wonder: there is also a kind of preening, as though human genius has participated in these arrangements and we found the results satisfying. What follows the light is what precedes it: the moment of balance, of dark equivalence. But tonight we sit in the garden in our canvas chairs so late into the evening - why should we look either forward or backwards? Why should we be forced to remember: it is in our blood, this knowledge. Shortness of the days; darkness, coldness of winter. It is in our blood and bones; it is in our history. It takes a genius to forget these things.

from The Seven Ages

[evenasmallcough]

Talk to someone long enough in one language

and you'll find all the words you say differently:

apricot, eleven, home Now back in this city alone

equally tempted by substantives and substances, I finally start

to see you, your dark star, the distance of the flashlight

against your impossible teeth.

Maggie Nelson, excerpt from Maine

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “To the city I wish to get to know”

[epistolaire-livre]

Devotions (2017), 'The Summer Day' (1990) Mary Oliver, p. 319.

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, "Some Feel Rain", Raptus

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1927-1931

Text ID: I must build up a strong world within myself, so rich and so full that it will be enough. I must find all things in myself, create them. I must reach my own climaxes of strength and creation with my work.

[havingapoemwithyou]

The Way Things Have Been Going Lately by Ada Limón

[velocitations]

this is genuinely the greatest advice out there. i don't even think there's anything i can add just read it again and again. from rainer maria rilke. aka chill :)

[morningwitchy]

fig & robin is complete 💘 look out for it this late spring/summer!

[the-haiku-bot]

fig & robin is

complete 💘 look out for it this

late spring/summer!

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[heavenlyyshecomes]

there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

[havingapoemwithyou]

Goatsong by Leila Chatti