[virgincaramel]

I will make the mess of this journey beautiful.

[kvothes]

marie howe, in an interview with krista tippett of on being

[kvothes]

from marie howe’s 2017 collection of poetry, magdalene

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from "Of Love", Red Bird

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Love, love, love, it was the core of my life, ]

[zsx-cbr]

[metamorphesque]

"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

[gnossienne]

Czesław Miłosz, “Ars Poetica?”

[metamorphesque]

― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)

[cyberxbattalion]

[cyberxbattalion]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

[metamorphesque]

"Two Phantoms", Vahan Teryan (translated by metamorphesque)

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Lora Mathis

[raveezus]

[scorpionlafemme]

[red-ibis-red]

I entered the forest, drawn in by the trees almost in spite of myself, it was irresistible. They were emitting such a powerful energy that I felt humbled, happy to receive their generosity. It was immediate, the pleasure I felt from stroking the grey bark; I saw a brown liquid oozing out of the tree, and the smell of balsam stopped me in my tracks. I stayed among the trees for almost an hour, alone, I had lost all notion of time.

—Dominique Roques, In Search of Perfumes

[road0flife]

[godshideouscreation]

by  pali_nalu