February 2012
5 tags
Some nights better, the lost body over me,
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its...
– From Havisham, Carol Ann Duffy
Upon Request
That I love you, I want to finally
have that written down, now that you ask. Because I love you and not just sometimes, given the four thousand days and nights. That it seems as if you hardly have grown older, that you sometimes gaze into the distance as if love struck, that your hands are still beautiful, further than this I’d rather not go. That I sometimes look for your cheek and not your...
Ezra Pound, "The Garden"
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak...
You have witchcraft in your lips.
– Henry V ~ William Shakespeare (via lunelait)
I adore him.
Yet I adore also the drowse of mountains.
– Mary Oliver, from “Of Time” in Swan (via proustitute)
last of the sun / the letter of apology / half-written
– Jon Baldwin (via weissewiese)
The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,...
– Billy Collins, from “Silence” (via proustitute)
It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)
Your life was less sad than your suicide might suggest.
– Édouard Levé, Suicide, trans. Jan Steyn (via proustitute)
12 tags
i am a mansion
1. rich kid blues - lykke li 2. mansion song - kate nash 3. ruby blue - roisin murphy 4. ebb and flow - the whispertown 2000 5. glass - bat for lashes 6. post modern girl - the strokes & regina spektor 7. not a young man anymore (my robot friend remix) - dean & britta 8. beleriand - the middle east
I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of...
– Rumi (via zaeema)
Crossroads
The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who my friends are. I will dress for the occasion, and my hair shall be whatever color I please. Everyone will go on celebrating the old birthday, counting...
1 tag
Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my...
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen (via rivulet)