“I forgot which came first you or the dream of you.”
— Sabrina Benaim, from Depression & Other Magic Tricks (via buttonpoetry)
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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,”
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Wish I could sleep till life was done.”
— Ezra Pound, from Complete Works: Plays & Translations; “Odes,”
“I’m ruined by
your voice’s deep
dark lullaby.”— Jo-Ann Leon, from Poems of a Useless Love (1989); “Defence,” (via loveage-moondream)
“My God, does love ever die? I ask, and will die asking.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via anenlighteningellipsis)
“I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache”
— Sylvia Day (via lepetitchatblanc)
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