“I am insane; I can’t find my body. The pain has gone through my arms and legs, and I can’t find my mind.”
— Mirabai, from tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Deligh; “The Dagger,”
Etikett: poetry
“The separation from you threw me back into the deepest melancholy,”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Franz Overbeck wr. c. August 1883
“My love was no daydream–it was cautious, but passionate to the point of turbulence, to exhaustion.”
— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”
“Don’t let me lose you. Let me come back to you. Come back to me.”
— Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas wr. c. February 1948
…You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.
“I forgot which came first you or the dream of you.”
— Sabrina Benaim, from Depression & Other Magic Tricks (via buttonpoetry)
Robin Hyde, from The Desolate Star & Other Poems (1906-1939); “The Farmer’s Wife,” (x)
But I suffered for you; ripped my veins,
a tiger and dove wrapped your waist
in a tussle of bites and lilies.
Federico García Lorca, [trans. Paul Archer] from Sonnets of Dark Love; The poet begs his beloved to write to him.
I am queen of all my sins forgotten.
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; Doctor Martin.
And if for tenderness I’m unworthy, then I’m worth nothing.
Dulce María Loynaz, from Against Heaven: Poems; “Last Days of Home,”
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