“Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear,”
— Jean Toomer, from Cane: Poems; “November Cotton Flower,” wr. c. 1923
If Not, Winter — Sappho (tr. Anne Carson)
“Now, I demand a love that is stupid and beautiful, like a pilot turning off her engines mid-flight to listen for rain on wings.”
— Paige Lewis, from “Pavlov was the Son of a Priest” published in Ploughshares (via lifeinpoetry)
“Meanwhile, your life and my life have kissed.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Night of Love In Three Cantos,”
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selected Works; “Dedication,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Leo Tolstoy, from a diary entry written c. September 1862 featured in “Selected Works,” (x)
rip ee cummings, who died today in 1962 and did not live to see the hashtag
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
“I can’t be apart from you any more.”
— Victor Hugo, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Tomorrow at Dawn,”
“…What do I want from you? What I want from all of poetry and from each line of a poem: the truth of this moment.”
— Marina Tsvetayeva in a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke, August 22 1926, from Letters: Summer 1926 (New York Review Books, 2001)