Thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, / As dew upon the petals of roses.
Ezra Pound, from Exultations; “Laudantes Decem Pulchritudinis Johannae Templi,”
Etikett: poetry
I’d like to walk around in your mind someday.
Vashti Bunyan
I want it back, I want it back / What was taken from me, I want it back.
Chelsea Wolfe, from Hisspun; “Two Spirit,”
I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.
Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via sweetlickerish)
Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.
George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition (via archaeologicals)
Please come to bed and let me see you and feel you.
The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more.
Augusto Cury
Some afternoons Mary pretends to read a book, but mostly she watches the patterns of sunlight through the curtains. On those afternoons, she’s like a child who has run out of things to think about.
Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems
I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.
Sylvia Plath
What is it like / To reach and feel something reach in response, / Desiring your desire to seek and find?
Alicia Ostriker, from The Little Space: Poems; “Cosi Fan Tutte: Of Desire and Delight,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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