Tagged: poetry.
June 18th, 2013
Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.
Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid of someone else for a change?
Meditations in an Emergency by Frank O’Hara

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[Poetry] [Meditations in an Emergency] [Frank O'Hara] [1957] [favourite]
June 14th, 2013
I don’t want to hate the president
I don’t want to go to Harvard
I don’t want to win the Pulitzer Prize
I just want to sit in my bathtub
and think about relationships I will never have
with people I will never meet
and then go lay in my bed
with a magnifying glass
and count all the stitches in my sheets
until I fall asleep
and wake up
to repeat again.
I Have No Ambitions by Ellen Kennedy

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[Poetry] [I Have No Ambitions] [Ellen Kennedy] [favourite]
To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

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[Poetry] [The Thing Is] [Ellen Bass]
June 13th, 2013
It is June.
I am tired of being brave.
Anne Sexton from “The Truth the Dead Know,” 1962 (via mariannapaige)

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[Poetry] [Excerpt] [The Truth the Dead Know] [favourite] [Anne Sexton] [June]
June 10th, 2013
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
Excerpt from “Pomegranate” by D.H. Lawrence

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[Poetry] [Excerpt] [Pomegranate] [D.H. Lawrence]
May 21st, 2013
I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand
Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
You wrap your name tight around my ribs
And keep me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.
I wake to you at dawn. Never break your
Knot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios,
Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me,
I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst.
To the Desert by Benjamin Alire Saenz

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[Poetry] [To the Desert] [Benjamin Alire Saenz] [favourite]
May 20th, 2013
Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

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[Poetry] [Excerpt] [The Constant of the Universe] [Andy Weaver] [Picture] [lostinthesounds] [favourite]
May 18th, 2013
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like
they’re falling in love with the ground.
Andrea Gibson

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[Poetry] [Andrea Gibson]
May 12th, 2013
Excerpt from “The Cinnamon Peeler” by Michael Ondaatje

Excerpt from “The Cinnamon Peeler” by Michael Ondaatje

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[The Cinnamon Peeler] [Micahel Ondaatje] [Excerpt] [Poetry] [favourite]
Because I have no right to read her love poems.
Because I’ve forgotten the geography of a woman’s shoulder, how hard
and brittle in places, how supple and stemlike in others.
Because my desire alone isn’t enough for both of us.
Because if I showed her the stars at night, she might see them as
nothing but light cracking through a frail wall, and I’d have no words to
comfort her.
Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

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[Excerpt] [Poetry] [The Constant of the Universe] [Andy Weaver] [favourite]
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