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.
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...
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)