A. Lee Wood

"The darkness can't have her. She was made for the light."

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Smith, from “Rain, New Year’s Eve”

[booklover]

“We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (via amy-583)

[amargedom]

“The hardest battle you are ever going to have to fight is the battle to be just you.”

— Leo Buscaglia (via goodreadss)

[pandamomentum]

“The poem gets written. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.”

— Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essays (Penguin, 2016)

[soracities]

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[books-n-quotes]

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Monstrous and beautiful,”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M. ; “The Fawn,”

[nehmesis]

“in the tremble of a breath. watch how the water trembles, dear (almost) lover, in the frost. It makes figurines at midnight. shivers, like a leaf, like an eyelid. like a tongue that’s said too much. A body quaking in the limelight, shapes. The chestnut of his hair, the purple of my lips. the past, snarling at us both. Wounds, open. Mouths, quiver. the frost: it lingers.”

— Demi Ev.

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

mercy, andrea dworkin

[books-n-quotes]

“The greatest adventure is what lies ahead. Today and tomorrow are yet to be said. The chances, the changes are all yours to make. The mold of your life is in your hands to break.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (via books-n-quotes)

[sunsounds]

“I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.”

— Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild (via lifeinpoetry)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)

[wordsnquotes]

“The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear (via wnq-anonymous)

[mudwerks]

“To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.”

— In Blackwater Woods: Mary Oliver on Grief and Loss - The New York Times

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty,”

— Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “No Name,”

[k-ayo]

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)

[porchbirds]

been thinking abt this a lot. A poetry professor once told me every poet has a particular emotion from which they write. It’s not what they write about, but what emerges from the writing. For instance, louise gluck posits that Richard Siken’s central emotion is panic. Even though the word is never spoken to or about, the poems are saturated with it. I think Mary Oliver can be characterized by relief. Anyway, i think having that recognizeable Emotion is a major mark of poetic voice & it’s development