Ark of our passion, inflaming A hummock of dark, as with torches, When your...– Pablo Neruda, from “Leviathan,” trans. Ben Belitt (via proustitute)
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for...– John Donne, from “Holy Sonnet XIV” (via luxehours)
The city is peopled with spirits, not ghosts, O my love: Though they crowded...– H. D., from “Cities” (via the-final-sentence)
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open...– Mary Oliver, from “Lead” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and...– Ella W. Wilcox, “Solitude”
A Man Said to the Universe
A man said to the universe, “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” —Stephen Crane
First, or should I say final?, blow of marks have come out. In opposite-land somewhere, a cherry is being placed carefully atop a great heap of ice cream. This past half a year has been a miserable experience. With little redeeming gems here and there. I had banked on the possibility of a final saving grace. But of course, that material belongs mainly to myths and Hollywood. In real life,...
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...– Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)
Kim Addonizio, "New Year's Day"
The rain this morning falls on the last of the snow and will wash it away. I can smell the grass again, and the torn leaves being eased down into the mud. The few loves I’ve been allowed to keep are still sleeping on the West Coast. Here in Virginia I walk across the fields with only a few young cows for company. Big-boned and shy, they are like girls I remember from junior high, who...
It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.– e. e. cummings