This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is...– Theodore Roethke, from “The Waking” (via growing-orbits)
Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself....– Salman Rushdie, from The Ground Beneath Her Feet (with thanks to pavorst)
She kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun.– Saul Williams (via lunelait)
There are times when i forget my name, where i am more the way the wind...– Santiago, from “before the names” (via growing-orbits)
The scary thing about somebody jumping from the top of a tall building is not...– The scary thing about those who jump, Emma McGordon (via clavicola)
clavicola: You like soft corners, soft colors, pastels and monochrome sunsets. You have a delicate palate, an over-washed tongue, but the world is bleeding beaten reds and cigarette burn blacks and you keep closing your eyes to every paper cut along your lips without realizing that that’s just another medium for us to paint our skin with. Here is another moon for you to swallow, to grind down...
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and...– Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “People”
Be ignited, or be gone.– Mary Oliver, from “What I Have Learned So Far” (via the-final-sentence)
I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and...– Wallace Stevens, from “Tea at the Palaz of Hoon” (via gammasandgerunds)
For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things,...– from The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (1910) - Rainer Maria Rilke (via ruefle)
‘You can’t be beautiful,’ Brandy says about a hundred times, ‘until you feel...– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via oceaniceyes)
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Mark Strand, "Lines for Winter"
sharingpoetry: Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once...
Each time we don’t say what we want to say we’re dying. Make a list of how many...– Yoko Ono (via rabbitinthemoon)
weissewiese: Let my life be a museum of beautiful moments.
if i stand alone in the snow it is clear that i am a clock how else would...– Inger Christensen, from “Light” (via weissewiese)
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you...– Sylvia Plath, from “Elm” (via awritersruminations)
And she understood as I did that when you sat down and put your hands on the...– Homer and Langley, E. L. Doctorow (via clavicola)
clavicola: Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the corner, figurations of time at the bend in this pause, listen to me as one listens to the rain, without listening, hear what I say with eyes open inward,...
Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look...– Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via pavorst)
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"why is my house on fire" they said
"FIRE IS CATCHING" I said
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.– Franz Kafka (via oceaniceyes)