May 2013
3 posts
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
“My heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has...”
– Anis Mojgani, from “Come Closer” (via thisisartinterpretation)
April 2013
6 posts
“My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen...”
– Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
“Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the...”
– Bob Dylan - Boots of Spanish Leather (via jcernelli)
““The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole...”
– (via tortoiseandtheharefilmcru)
“I wish I had done everything on Earth with you.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)
March 2013
5 posts
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
“We didn’t know then that the debris of joy
is like the debris of any wreckage:...”
– Yehuda Amichai, from “Hamadiya”, translated by Chana Bloch (via growing-orbits)
“Epitaph
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that...”
– Noticing this morning’s reblog from Humans of New York, our producer Phyllis Myers was reminded of this poem, which is a favorite of hers, and it’s so lovely I wanted to pass it along to the rest of you. (via nprfreshair)
February 2013
6 posts
“Come on, let’s leave
this suffocating river
in which we swim with other fish...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “The Future is Space”, translated by Alastair Reid (via growing-orbits)
“Here I purchase your silence.
I agree: I give you mine
with one provision:...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “I want to know…”, in The Sea and the Bells, translated by William O’Daly (via growing-orbits)
January 2013
10 posts
“Of all fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.”
– Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
I think I should have loved you presently by Edna... →
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more...
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination....”
– Anaïs Nin (via sylverfox)
“And we will explore besides the empty space that you left in your poem,
the...”
– Roberto Juarroz, from Vertical Poetry, translated by W. S. Merwin, with thanks to apoetreflects (via growing-orbits)
December 2012
4 posts
"Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love" -Pablo...
Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your...
November 2012
3 posts
“People sometimes forget that we are the fruit of what we live through in our...”
– Albert Espinosa, The Yellow World (via bookmania)
: Traces (for a mechanical heart)This morning your... →
growing-orbits:
Traces (for a mechanical heart)
This morning your heart stopped working. They phoned me first –
My old address card was in your pocket.
You were wearing the suit we found Together in Chelsea, the grey flannel, Hardy Amies.
Rien: You always said to me, ‘Why don’t you stop writing poems for a…
October 2012
12 posts
The Hurricane
wwnorton:
The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.
William Carlos Williams, from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume II, 1939-1962
“I didn’t know how to belong.
Longing? Yes. Belonging. No.”
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via growing-orbits)
“Somewhere sometime we must have
passed one another like going and coming...”
– Lisel Mueller, from “Palindrome”, posted on the-final-sentence (via growing-orbits)
“Love-soaked, rain-soaked—
if people ask
which drenched
your sleeves,
what...”
– Izumi Skikibu, in The Ink Dark Moon, trans. Jane Hirshfield (via growing-orbits)
