March 2012
3 posts
“Why do beautiful songs make you sad?’ ‘Because they aren’t true.’ ‘Never?’...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
“Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be...”
– Rumi
February 2012
40 posts
“She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful...”
– Jedediah Berry
“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J.D. Salinger
amongthedays:
In Our Brilliance This light, she...
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings
“How many times in a life
must a person bury her heart
and exhume it?
I want...”
– Daniel Stephensen
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth
like a mermaid of the soil,...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Archipelago of Kisses”
“I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I...”
– Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography
“Shut your eyes and see.”
– James Joyce, Ulysses
“In this world, love has no color — yet look how deeply my body is stained by...”
– Izumi Shikibu
“You came into the heart of our grief.
This is a house dressed in black.”
– Euripides, Alkestis, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons
Sappho, "Blame Aphrodite"
sharingpoetry:
It’s no use Mother dear, I can’t finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that boy (submitted by shipwrecker)
“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret...”
– Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
“We must travel in the direction of our fear.”
– John Berryman
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places....”
– Ernest Hemingway A Farewell to Arms
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could...”
– Charles Bukowski
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda
truetothebone:
It was a beautiful day. I felt like crying.
I knew that if I could succeed at being demolished, I could succeed at anything.
- Tony Hoagland
2 tags
“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I...”
– Pablo Neruda
2 tags
the world is full of shipping clerks who have read the Harvard Classics
- Charles Bukowski (Mockingbird Wish Me Luck)
1 tag
Promises are cheap. This crossed my mind when I saw you, and how the lamplight trickled onto your hair and spilled onto your shoulders. For a simple sixteenth of a second, you were beautiful again. Instead, we let ourselves pass by, hands and souls traveling parallel, quietly. Then you were gone, and I saw that your back was stiff and felt that my tongue was ashes and how this was finally, finally...
January 2012
4 posts
December 2011
1 post
1 tag
breathing meant dropping my bitter orange edges and upturned pennies in an Orleans streetcar for rattling strangers and leaving the girl I loved to perish in a jar
November 2011
75 posts
