I longed to find a day when it would not be all the same, —
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” wr. c. 1877
Etikett: poetry
Pain still heightens on her lips a touch of vanished intoxication,
Henri de Régnier, from “Salute to the Foreign One,” wr. c. May 1918
“I need what is not in this world.”
— Zinaida Gippius, from A Difficult Soul; “Hopeless Wait,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“Such love and hate as I hold in myself / People don’t tolerate.”
— Alexander Blok, tr. by Joffrey Thurley, from “To G. Chulkov,” c. 1907 (via loveage-moondream)
“We are twin souls.”
— Federico García Lorca, from a letter to Salvador Dalí wr. c. February 1930 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Her ancient, tear-stained beauty,”
— Alexander Blok, tr. by Frances Cornford, from “I Feel Only Russia,” (via loveage-moondream)
How does a body / even start?
Tiana Clark, from “The First Black Bachelorette,” published in Kenyon Review
“I have often wondered why I was painted in fragrances of romanticism, I should always have been painted in black blood and poetic cannibalism.”
— Channing M (via le-immorte)
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