“I found my heart more carnal and sitting loose from God,”
— John Berryman, from Collected Poems; “Homage to Mistress Bradstreet,”
Etikett: poetry
Wild and gentle;
Marianne Moore, from Selected Poems; “Sea Unicorns & Land Unicorns,”
“I walked alone amid a thousand flowers,”
— Sara Teasdale, from Helen of Troy & Other Poems; “Guenevere,”
Your little hand was made for kisses, but you are stubborn and blood-wet.
Muhammad Mahdi al-Jawahiri, from Letters from Exile: “Fish Seller Girl,”
Sappho, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from Classical Women Poets; “Marriage,” published c. 1996
“Queen of ancient days, queen of days to come, bride of dead hearts,”
— Iwan Gilkin, from “Litanies and Prayer,” written c. February 1885
Home is where the hurt is.
Charles Plymell, from Poems & Selections; “December,” wr. c. 1967
“…choose to believe in your own myth
your own glamour
your own spell
a young woman who does this
(even if she is just pretending)
has everything.”— Francesca Lia Block, How to (Un)cage a Girl (via cakeheart)
Although I may not be yours, I can never be another’s.
Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley written c. July 1814
Love alone can fill my great shadowy heart, divinely chosen for dark sorrows.
Éphraïm Mikhaël, from Poems; “Florimond,” written c. January 1879
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