Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your...– Lawrence M. Krauss (via jedphelym)
“Sometimes I wonder how I ever started...
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted:...– Linda Pastan, from “What We Want” (via growing-orbits)
Moths By Jennifer O'Grady
Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent as a thought suddenly wondered aloud, illumining the air that’s thick with honeysuckle and dusk. You and I are doing our best at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear of what we’d like to say. You leave, and the night...
Julie Peel- Unfold
growing-orbits: Place to Be by Nick Drake (from...
Pablo Neruda, "Absence"
sharingpoetry: I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline, Or trembling, Or uneasy, wounded by me Or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes Close upon the gift of life That without cease I give you. My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and the Blood, We found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites, Leaving wounds in us. But...
Waking on the train, I thought we were attacked by light: ...– Monica Youn, “Venice, Unaccompanied” (via grammatolatry)
wwnorton: I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that even as we watch we must grab each other and step back we must grab each other or get our shoes soaked we must grab each other Linda Pastan, from...
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down...– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via bookmania)