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― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)
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embraces (melt into me)
joseph lorusso, nicoletta tomas, malcolm liepke, joseph lorusso, ron hicks, peter wever, joseph lorusso, colley whisson
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love as recognition
anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane
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Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate.”
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i do love listmaking…
here be two decidedly incomprehensive lists based on highly arbitrary criteria — off the top of my head and in no particular order:
rattling like a bag of bones:
- "gretel, from a sudden clearing" & "the promise" & "what the silence says" & "calvary" by marie howe,
- "i watched you disappear” by anya krugovoy silver,
- "the song of hen's head" & "this is a photograph of me" & "a sad child" by margaret atwood,
- "bruise ghazal" & "i go back to may 1937" by sharon olds,
- "harold's leap" & "deeply morbid" & "the orphan reformed" & "do take muriel out" & "not waving but drowning" by stevie smith,
- "we who are your closest friends" by phillip lopate,
- "the loft" by richard jones,
- "eating together" & "death poem" & "party" & "you with the crack running through you" & "the numbers" by kim addonizio,
- "thanks" by w. s. merwin,
- "the bee meeting" & "lady lazarus" & "daddy" & "sheep in fog" & "fever 103" by sylvia plath,
- "yesterday he still looked in my eyes" by marina tsvetaeva,
- "we don't know how to say goodbye" & "the last toast" by anna akhmatova,
- "unknown girl in the maternity ward" & "lessons in hunger" & "the truth the dead know" by anne sexton,
- "anne sexton’s last letter to god" by tracey herd,
- "aubade" & "the mower" by philip larkin,
- "the blue bowl" by jane kenyon,
- "her long illness" by donald hall,
- "myth" by natasha trethewey,
- "the drowned girl" by bertolt brecht,
- "in bertram's garden" by donald justice,
- "ovid in the third reich" by geoffrey hill,
- "report from a besieged city" by zbigniew herbert,
- "napoleon" by miroslav holub,
- "me up at does" by e.e. cummings,
- "snow line" by john berryman,
- "the hollow men" by t. s. eliot,
- "dedication" & "in warsaw" by czesław miłosz—
resonating like a bright bell:
- "what the living do" & "my dead friends" & "magdalene, afterwards" by marie howe,
- "funny" by anna kamieńska,
- "woman unborn & "i'll open the window" & “tomorrow they’ll cut me open” by anna świrszczyńska,
- "the book of hours" by b. h. fairchild,
- "there is a gold light in certain old paintings" by donald justice,
- "when eurydice saw him..." (an excerpt) by gregory orr,
- "sometimes, when the light" & "the blind leading the blind" & "there are mornings" & "monet refuses the operation" by lisel mueller,
- "try to praise the mutilated world" & "transformation" by adam zagajewski,
- "the end and the beginning" & "the tower of babel" & "discovery" & "thank-you note" by wisława szymborska,
- "all in green went my love riding" by e. e. cummings,
- "while eating a pear" & "the dead" by billy collins,
- "never again would the birds' song be the same" by robert frost,
- "a meeting" by wendell berry,
- "death at daybreak" by anne reeve aldrich,
- "next time" by joyce sutphen,
- "the god abandons antony" by c. p. cavafy,
- "musee des beaux arts" by w. h. auden,
- "failing and flying" by jack gilbert,
- "goodtime jesus" by james tate,
- "all my friends are finding new beliefs" by christian wiman,
- "i’m glad your sickness" by marina tsvetaeva,
- "angels" by maurya simon,
- "the saints" by margaret atwood,
- "dirge without music" by edna st. vincent millay,
- "a refusal to mourn the death, by fire, of a child in london" & "fern hill" & "do not go gentle into that good night" & "and death shall have no dominion" by dylan thomas,
- "high windows" & "an arundel tomb" by philip larkin,
- "please read" by mary ruefle,
- "it was not death, for i stood up" by emily dickinson,
- "men made out of words" by wallace stevens,
- "ash wednesday" by t. s. eliot,
- "on angels" & "this world" & "if there is no god" & "encounter" by czesław miłosz.
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every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation
this one btw
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i just heard the phrase “if you wouldn’t trust their advice, don’t trust their criticism” for the first time and i don’t think i’ve ever needed to hear anything more
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i don’t have rizz i just have big eyes and philosophical questions
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girl what's wrong? are you experiencing the sylvia plath fig tree in your head again?
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page from “the tibetan book of living and dying,” sogyal rinpoche.
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we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of
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It’s finally happened.
After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.
“I like your shoelaces.”
Oh. Oh no.
I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”
The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”
Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.
Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.
@victoriansecret I found your friend!!!
THIS IS AMAZING
where else, i ask you, can one get this kind of quality content
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please listen to albums someitmes youll be amazed at what an artists songs do when theyree in an order they made. for you to listen to. etc
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I think i met an angel on the train
This older man moved my skirt aside and I absent-mindedly said "oh sorry" for being partially in his seat and he said "dont be sorry, this is new york" and then showed me all his poetry about observing the world and living as a restaurant worker during the pandemic and we talked about how i worked in a grocery store and as a bartender so i resonated with his work and he told me "i may never meet you again but it's nice to meet someone worth talking to. I might sound like a world class idiot sage, but you can't be afraid. That's no way to live. You have to trust your humanity." Then he shook my hand and got off the stop before me. Hello. Hello . Hello.
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