May 2012
107 posts
“I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white...”
– Lisel Mueller, from “When I Am Asked” (via proustitute)
Allen Ginsberg, "An Eastern Ballad"
sharingpoetry:
I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild. (submitted by blackinkobelisk)
“The lover writes…the poet mumbles”
– Wallace Stevens, from “The Auroras of Autumn”
“[The sky was pink and orange, older because the day was over.
There was no...”
– “A Summer Garden” by Louise Glück (via the-final-sentence)
My only lasting law school relationship.
wheninlawschool:
“Whatever I looked at was alive, everything had a voice,
but I never found out...”
– Anna Akhmatova, from “Fragment, 1959,” trans. Stephen Berg (via proustitute)
Langston Hughes, "Harlem"
sharingpoetry:
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
(submitted by potatonutx)
When I check my grades and see that I did much...
so this is what i’m feeling, literally. now. i should stop trying and gtfo of law school.
mice and men
“What things are steadfast? … Not the bride and groom who hurry in their brevity to reach one another. … Fearing madness in all things huge and their requiring… … We love a little, as the mice huddle…” —Linda Gregg I found this poem a couple of nights ago, what a moment of serendipitous premonition. Had I known how perfectly it would fit...
“I apologize to coincidence
I apologize to necessity
Let...”
– Jorie Graham, from “Underneath (Calypso)” in Swarm (via proustitute)
“All the things to which I give myself
grow rich and spend me.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Poet” (trans. Edward Snow)
“I am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the...”
– Linda Gregg,
jk i lied, i’m still obsessing over her
“What things are steadfast? Not the birds.
Not the bride and groom who hurry
in...”
– we manage most when we manage small, linda gregg
Wow I love her. This is the last I’ll post for tonight though. Time to sleep and then move tomorrow 4 flights up!
“tell me that we are one, and that it’s the others who scar me,
Not you.”
– Linda Gregg, The Girl I Call Alma
asking for directions
We could have been mistaken for a married couple
riding on the train from Manhattan to Chicago
that last time we were together. I remember
looking out the window and praising the beauty
of the ordinary: the in-between places, the world
with its back turned to us, the small neglected
stations of our history. I slept across your
chest and stomach without asking permission
because they were the last...
Watching HBO\'s \"Girls\" and trying to figure out...
whatshouldwecallme:
“Life is heavier
than the weight of all things.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Neighbor” (trans. Edward Snow)
“You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I...”
– The Gift by Leonard Cohen (via inherwar)
