May 2013
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in love sky | hummingbert
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The mind I love
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop #quote #KatherineMansfield The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
—… View Post
“There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.”
– Georges Braque, born on this day in 1882. (via sfmoma)
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Between Us, Nizar Qabbani
Between Us, Nizar Qabbani #poetry Between us
twenty years of age
between your lips and my lips
when they meet and stay
the years collapse
the glass of a whole life shatters.
The day I met you I tore up
all my maps
and my prophecies
like an Arab stallion I smelled the rain
of you before it… View Post
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The Cinnamon Peeler, by Michael Ondaatje
The Cinnamon Peeler, by Michael Ondaatje #poetry If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would stumble… View Post
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III, Edna St. Vincent Millay
III, Edna St. Vincent Millay #poetry #3more Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love’s sacred grove,
Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after
The launching of the colored moths of Love.
Love’s proper myrtle and his mother’s zone We bound about our… View Post
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Counterparts, by Octavio Paz
Counterparts, by Octavio Paz #poetry In my body you search the mountain
for the sun buried in its forest.
In your body I search for the boat
adrift in the middle of the night.
–Octavio Paz View Post
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Words, Wide Night, by Carol Ann Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us. I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible… View Post
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On this bed, you dream things you can't discuss...
On this bed, you dream things you can’t discuss with anyone. Nights last longer on this bed; they begin before a suitcase is unpacked, before dinner is served, before morning, before noon. Always, she dreams she is falling and there’s no way to stop. It’s… View Post
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Drunk as Drunk, by Pablo Neruda
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it – our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky’s hot rim, The day’s… View Post
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Arrival, by William Carlos Williams
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom–
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind … !
William… View Post
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The Well Dressed Man With a Beard, Wallace Stevens
After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night. Yes is this present sun.
If the rejected things, the things denied,
Slid over the western cataract, yet one,
One only, one thing that was firm, even No greater… View Post
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What is a kiss?
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Robert Herrick View Post
“… it’s all uncertain, but our desires want things to be certain. What can we do?...”
– Ajahn Chah; “Food for the Heart” p. 358
A copy of the chapter, “Not Sure - The Standard of The Noble Ones.”, that this quote comes from is available here as is all of the book. Thanks to accesstoinsight.org.
(via stillcuriosity)
April 2013
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Lover
Lover http://wp.me/sVKgW-lover I don’t just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,
everywhere.
–Isobel Thrilling View Post
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On the impossible, Muhammad Ali
Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare.… View Post
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Tornado Warning, by Joyce Sutphen
Tornado Warning
That is not the country for poetry.
It has no mountains, its flowers
are plain and never poisonous,
its gardens are packed into blue mason jars.
There are no hedges bordering the roads, the sky
flies up from the ditches, loose in every dire… View Post
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True love requires action
True love requires action. We can speak of love all day long, we can write notes or poems that proclaim it, sing songs that praise it, and preach sermons that encourage it but until we manifest that love in action, our words are nothing but sounding… View Post
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A Prayer for Rain, Lisel Mueller
Let it come down: these thicknesses of air
have long enough walled love away from love;
stillness has hardened until words despair
of their high leaps and kisses shut themselves
back into wishing. Crippled lovers lie against a weather which holds out on… View Post
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Live a life that has never been lived before....
“Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and… View Post
words I would kneel down before, all the way down,...
Lord help me but my mind’s a blank today, only a few words
bubbling up, words like “no,” or “glum,” or “dull,” but there must
be thousands of others down there, rattling their cages, clamoring to get out, all kinds of words, big ones, scrawny ones, heroic… View Post
Nabokov's angels
Mind you,
sometimes the angels smoke,
hiding it with their sleeves,
and when the archangel comes,
they throw the cigarettes away:
that’s when you get shooting stars.
Vladimir Nabokov View Post
A poem as message in a bottle
A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the — not always greatly hopeful — belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense, too,… View Post
Although you sit in a room that is gray, by...
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow; O… View Post
