“
So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earths,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you in the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.
”
— Pablo Neruda
12:40 am • 5 April 2012 • 2 notes • #poem #pablo neruda
“…With our scurrying minds
and our lidless will
and our lank, floppy bodies
and our galloping yens
and our deep, cosmic loneliness
and our starboard hearts
where love careens,
we are listening,
the small bipeds
with the giant dreams.”
— Diane Ackerman
1:51 pm • 2 April 2012 • 2 notes • #poem #diane ackerman
“
let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go — the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers — you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go — the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things — let all go
dear
so comes love
”
— E. E. Cummings
2:41 am • 17 March 2012 • 10 notes • #poem #cummings
“when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because.”
— E.E. Cummings
2:37 am • 17 March 2012 • 3 notes • #quote #cummings #poem
Without You
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I’m awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?
Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.
Hermann Hesse
3:25 pm • 16 March 2012 • 2 notes • #hermann hesse #poem
THE SEDIMENT IS THE SAME: Not My Body
thesedimentisthesame:
Not My Body
I was not this body,
I was not these bones.
This skeleton was just my
temporary home.
Elementary molecules converged for a breath,
then danced on beyond my individual death.
And I am not my body,
I am not my body.
We are brief incarnations,
we are clouds in clothes.
We are water respirators,
we are how earth knows.
I bore light passed on from an original flame;
while it was in my hands it was called by my name.
But I am not my body,
I am not my body.
You can own a man’s body,
but you can’t own his mind.
That’s like making a bridle
to ride on the wind.
I will tell you one thing, and I’ll tell you true:
Life’s the best thing that can happen to you.
But you are not your body,
you are not your body.
Unknown, on Colonial Era slavery
3:31 pm • 17 February 2012 • 3 notes • #poem
I used to recite this poem religiously.
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
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7:43 pm • 15 January 2012 • 27,996 notes • #pablo neruda #quote #poem #black and white
“She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.”
— For My Lover, Returning to His- Wife Anne Sexton. (via mothbites)
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1:51 pm • 3 September 2011 • 14 notes • #anne sexton #poem
“Have compassion for everyone you meet,
even if they don’t want it.
What appears bad manners, an ill temper
or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears
have heard, no eyes have seen.
You do not know what wars are going on
down there where the spirit meets the bone.”
— Miller Williams
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5:05 pm • 25 July 2011 • 1,925 notes • #poem #quote
Woke up to this today:
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Rumi
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12:56 pm • 20 June 2011 • 881 notes • #poem #rumi #romance
I don’t want to devour you…
I want to chase your scent into the darkest corners of your soul.
I want to relish the taste of your thoughts slowly…
Lapping them up with the gentle ease of my eloquent tongue.
I want you to ache with anticipation…
To lose yourself completely so that…
You don’t know where my body ends, and your skin begins.
2:03 am • 17 June 2011 • 2 notes • #black and white #instagram #joyce su loves you #joyce su loves you thoughts #photo #poem #self portrait #poem
…everything melts with such graceful ease, even bright stars wink with envy…
2:08 am • 21 May 2011 • 1 note • #apod #space #photo #joyce su loves you #haiku #poem
Even the white rose
Cannot hide her blush in the
Wake of your presence
11:50 pm • 16 May 2011 • #haiku #poem #joyce su loves you
