“Yourself, is it, you burn?”
— Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “April (Part III),”
Etikett: poetry
Softly and carefully
and deadly.
Gerhard Fritsch, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “Afternoon,” wr. c. 1948
“My love stays bitterly glowing,
spasms of it will not sleep.”— Anne Sexton – from Divorce (via loveage-moondream)
“Such a faraway look, as if she’s always lived in a garden.”
— My Fair Lady (1964)
I imagined simply the peace of hours when we were lost in one another as harmonious colors blend. I understood that on this earth there can blossom faerie kisses without regret or shame.
Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
“…the heart slips backward, remembering, remembering.”
— Anne Sexton, from “The Twelve-Thousand-Day Honeymoon” in The Complete Poems
“this body is just a bad dream”
— Jess R. Sutton, from my only regret is having a body
“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via flower-film)
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day…
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via loveage-moondream)
I am on fire with that soft sound / You make, in uttering my name.
James Elroy Flecker, from The Collected Poems; “We That Were Friends,”
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