she wanted storms

[you-will-hear-thunder]

It must have felt like being punched by a god. That’s when she sensed, like something blurred and moving glimpsed through a partition whose glass is clouded, both that love was coming for her and the nothing she could do about it.

Ali Smith, How to be both (via you-will-hear-thunder)

[kafk-a]

Mary Ruefle, ‘The Tenor of Your Yes’

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Oxygen." Devotions

[you-will-hear-thunder]

I don't want you for a day (though I'd sell my toes to see you now my dear, only for a minute, to kiss you once, and make a funny face at you): a day is the length of a gnat's life: I want you for the lifetime of a big, mad animal, like an elephant. I've been indoors all this week, with a wicked cold, coughing and snivelling, too full of phlegm and aspirins to write to a girl in hospital, because my letter would be sad and despairing, & even the ink would carry sadness & influenza. Should I make you sad, darling, when you're in bed with rice pudding in Marlborough Ward? I want so very much to look at you again; I love you.

Dylan Thomas, Letter to Caitlin Macnamara, December 1936

[you-will-hear-thunder]

I don’t know what I love you means, except that I do. [words deleted] (I crossed that out. It was, ‘In 21 messy years’, but I don’t know what I was going to say). Write to me soon, very very soon, and tell me you really mean the things you said about you loving me too; if you don’t I shall cut my throat or go to the pictures. I’m here in a nest of schoolmasters and vicars, majors, lawyers, doctors, maiden aunts; and you’re lord knows where, in the country, miles and miles from me, painting barmy ivy. Now I’m sad, I’m sad as hell, and I’ll have to go to a pub by myself & sit in the corner and mope. I’m going to mope about you and then I’m going to have a bath and I’m going to mope about you in the bath. Damn all this anyway; I only want to tell you all the time and over & over again that I love you

from a drunken love letter by Dylan Thomas to his future wife Caitlin Macnamara

[yesterdaysprint]

The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, January 12, 1922

[you-will-hear-thunder]

i spent all day thinking about her

[you-will-hear-thunder]

It must have felt like being punched by a god. That’s when she sensed, like something blurred and moving glimpsed through a partition whose glass is clouded, both that love was coming for her and the nothing she could do about it.

Ali Smith, How to be both

[confeitada]

[you-will-hear-thunder]

[you-will-hear-thunder]

Tell It to the Bees (2018)

[you-will-hear-thunder]

Say it like I was right in the room there Say it like your head was on my shoulder

Hairpin Turns, The National

[oofpoetry]

The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” (via oofpoetry)

[you-will-hear-thunder]

is it you, the world or myself that's driving me crazy?

[you-will-hear-thunder]

It happens all the time in heaven, And some day It will begin to happen Again on earth - That men and women who are married, And men and men who are Lovers, And women and women Who give each other Light, Often get down on their knees And while so tenderly Holding their lovers hand, With tears in their eyes Will sincerely speak, saying, "My dear, How can I be more loving to you; How can I be more kind?"

Hafiz (1315 - 1390)

[you-will-hear-thunder]

I have owed it to my heart every word I've said You have no idea how hard I died when you left

The National, You Had Your Soul with You

[artist-polenov]

Pond in Abramtsevo, 1883, Vasily Polenov

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/vasily-polenov/pond-in-abramtsevo-1883