February 2012
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“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda
Song, Cecilia Meireles
poetry365:
I placed my dream in a ship
and the ship on top of the sea;
—and then parted the sea with my hands
to sink my dream in the deep.
My hands still drip with water
from the blue of the waves thus parted
and the color that runs from my fingers
colors the sands, now deserted.
The wind is approaching from afar,
the night in the cold submits;
under the waves lies dying
my dream, in...
Be ahead of all departure, as if it were already behind you, like the winter which is almost over. For among winters there is one so endlessly winter, that, wintering through it, may your heart survive.
Be forever dead in Eurydice—, singing ascent, praising ascent, returning to pure relation. Here, among the disappearing, be, in the realm of decline, be the ringing glass that shatters even as it...
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“I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the...”
– Wislawa Szymborska, from “Possibilities,” trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh
“no moon, sun, diamond, hands —
fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea.
pine green,...”
– excerpt from Frida Kahlo’s diary (via fernsandmoss)
“By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
– Arthur Rimbaud (via sicafe)
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Anonymous asked: let's fall in love.
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“Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthen, minimal, round,...”
– Pablo Neruda
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“There are no edges to my loving now.”
– Rumi
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“Silence is the language of god. All else is poor translation”
– Rumi