“(…) I am plunging. I am sinking. I am not coming up for air. I do not want all this human.”
— Clementine von Radics, from Mermaid in “Mouthful Of Forevers”
Etikett: poetry
You who never loved me although I offered up every sugar at star-fall,
Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Telephone,”
And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me
Nick Cave
You are killing me, but you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Old Man and the Sea,”
“My power, which to me is still a curse,”
— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,”
“…sadness comes back and comes back
as fragrant and lush as the grass.”— Xuanji Yu, from ‘The Fragrance of Orchids’, The Clouds Float North: The Complete Poems of Yu Xuanji (via soracities)
“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.”
— Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life (via oiseauperdu)
Sisterhood is brightest when bloody
Aurora Linnea, from “IN THE ROOM OF THE VICTIM,” This Mutilated Woman’s Head
I melt at your glances and become music.
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “A River Dies of Thirst,”
Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
Mary Rakow
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