And I ask you
what bitter words are ruining your soft-skinned village,
because I want to make a poem that will cup
the inside of your throat
like the fire in the palm of a healing animal. [...]
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Healing Animal”
you come home now
we would hold you closer than
the pain
you felt you deserved
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Rainy Night”
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“It's the same rain you loved, that drowned you.”
Who cares
if I'm made of bronze,
if my heart is lined with iron?
Vladimir Mayakovsky, tr. Bob Perelman & Kathy Lewis, from "A Cloud in Trousers " in Russian Poetry: The Modern Period, ed. John Glad & Daniel Weissbort
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— James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk
Linda Pastan, Almost an Elegy; "Squint,"
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rainer maria rilke, the book of hours
"Crucify him!
Crucify him!"
But,
people, even you who have wounded me,
you're closer and dearer than anything.
Haven't you seen a dog licking
the hand that whips it?
Vladimir Mayakovsky, tr. Bob Perelman & Kathy Lewis, from "A Cloud in Trousers" in Russian Poetry: The Modern Period, ed. John Glad & Daniel Weissbort
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Crimson Peak (Guillermo del Toro, 2015).
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Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977
Out came you and I blinking our eyes once more, entwined in our loves
and hates as we set off to recognize the sweet
and bitter gods who walk beside us, whisper madness
in our invisible ears any ordinary day.
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “The Book of Myths”
I lug
a million pure endless loves through my life
Vladimir Mayakovsky, tr. Bob Perelman & Kathy Lewis, from "A Cloud in Trousers" in Russian Poetry: The Modern Period, ed. John Glad & Daniel Weissbort
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Paul Cooper: 'Living Sculpture' (2001)
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance strikes, and I love you.
Pablo Neruda, tr. & ed. by Mark Eisner, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems; from Twenty Love Poems: 1, "Body of woman"
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“Of all the female sins, hunger is the least forgivable; hunger for anything, for food, sex, power, education, even love.”
— Laurie Penny, Unspeakable Things. (via mythaelogy)