I want you eternally ever, [...]
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Crossing Water”
you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.
Pablo Neruda, tr. & ed. by Mark Eisner, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems; from Twenty Love Poems: 1, "Body of woman"
Have you forgotten that you are a miracle?
Mary Pinkoski, What Makes You Come Alive?
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[…] is there anything that doesn’t remind me of you? Do you not encompass me all around?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’, tr. David Constantine
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Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding
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To my Milena ( @silenziobruno ) you are abbreviations of heavens !
You are the curled serpent in the pottery of nightmares.
You are the dreaming animal who paces back and forth in my head.
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “We Must Call a Meeting”
You are as distant to me as a star,
and like a star,
long after your death
your light still reaches me
through the blackness of night.
Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “A Sudden Absence”
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "On Loving"
[Text ID: "Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you."]
you you you you you
I am a ready and able
offering,
my love. I want the
ache & ghost and
kiss, this life with you.
synthesis of stars,
you, my forever heart,
Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “Morning Blessing, May 19th.”
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Kenneth Koch, To Marina
You have incredible ability to invade my cells with amazing ease.
You are so simple,
So scaring.
Rugaia Warrag, tr. Mayada Ibrahim & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “The Spider’s Text”
the part where your lips are a city
your lips are a city and I am a gasping wonder
your lips are a city and I am hushed
your lips are a city and I am a choir of yes
Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “Nighttime Activities with a New Person”
Every day I get more convinced
that I was created for you alone.
It is through your eyes that I saw the world;
on your lips my poems were born.
Without you,
my life is a wasteland.
I am colorless,
tasteless,
smelling like a land never visited by rain.
Rawda el-Haj, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Heart’s Confessions”
I wish I can find you,
so my total self would become part of you;
or so part of me would become part of your total self.
I long to be you,
and unite our divided blood circle and complexion.
Where shall I start you from?
From me?
From you, inch by inch?
Which entry point shall I enter you through—
Azhari Mohammed Ali, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “A Starting Point”
I love you now and always, you alone,
even if my desire should be a net
spread for me, and my hellish pains begin.
Charles Baudelaire, tr. Aaron Poochigian, The Flowers of Evil, from “Flowers of Evil”; “The Damned Women: Delphine and Hippolyta”
[…] Come,
let me snuff out my passion on your throat
and find in you the solace of a tomb.
Charles Baudelaire, tr. Aaron Poochigian, The Flowers of Evil, from “Flowers of Evil”; “The Damned Women: Delphine and Hippolyta”