my king of spades – Sida 2

The night is warm with you.

Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil

Paul Celan, tr. by Patrick Cotter, from Selected Poems; “Crowned Out,” c. 1967

“My sin is that all my world is in him.”

— Alexandra Andreyevna, from a letter to M. P. Ivanova wr. c. October 1902

Beautiful, you said. You said I was beautiful, and when you said it, I was.

Sandra Cisneros, from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican,”

scorpiogy:

Her love had bloomed like that scarlet flower in the garden of a children’s tale. A love that she’d conceal from everyone forever, a love that demanded nothing, expected nothing.

Ivan Bunin, from The Collected Short Stories; “Memories of Sukhodol,”

Unexplained, seductive, never detained, never enough.

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Crossing the Atlantic,” (edited)

I am what you will have me, weak or strong, light or dark, warm as ice, cold as flame.
I burn, I burn.

Dylan Thomas, from Early Prose Writings & Stories; “Spajma & Salnandy,”