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Notes: 272 / 5 months ago from proustitute"… everything
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long, doleful, blood-curdling—the howl of wolves
invade you…"-Honoring the first snow with Angelos Sikelianos, from “Dionysus Encradled,”
trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
thanks to modernworldlit and proustitute -
Notes: 103 / 11 months ago from proustitute"itwasdawnandgettinglighter oreveningandgrowingdarker"-
László Krasznahorkai, Satantango, trans. George Szirtes
from proustitute
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Notes: 175 / 1 year ago from proustitute"To change your language you must change your life."-
Derek Walcott, from “Codicil”
thanks to proustitute
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Notes: 516 / 1 year ago from frenchtwist (originally from onestonedcrow)"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."-
Khalil Gibran
from onestonedcrow and frenchtwist
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Notes: 382 / 1 year ago from proustitute"Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve"-Adrienne Rich, from “Tonight No Poetry Will Serve”
from proustitute
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Notes: 104 / 1 year ago from yama-bato (originally from growing-orbits)"Spring has returned! Everything has returned!
The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes
Poems, so many poems."-Delmore Schwartz, from “The Spring”
from yama-bato & growing-orbits
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Notes: 1227 / 1 year ago from proustitute"Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."-
Thomas Grey
from proustitute
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Notes: 93 / 1 year ago from proustitute"I smashed my sickening face
in the mirror
I love you — I said — I love you
I love you more than anything in the world"-Raúl Zurita, from “Sunday Morning”
from proustitute
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Notes: 327 / 1 year ago from proustitute"When it comes, you’ll be dreaming
that you don’t need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it’s part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark."-Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World” in Poems New and Collected, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh
thanks to proustitute
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Notes: 228 / 1 year ago from proustitute"Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared."-
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living
and thanks for coming back dear proustitute.
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Notes: 91 / 1 year ago from bookmarklet
Djuna Barnes, portrait, circa 1920s
Inscribed on verso: “I can operate in the dark — bodies are phosphorescent. I (See a condition of a poeta. Astreal light — condition of round & above a lovely spiritual message dearie.”), Photograph, 10.2 x 6.9 cm, Djuna Barnes Papers, Special Collections, University of Maryland Libraries. thanks to arttattler
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Notes: 466 / 1 year ago from liquidnight"I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone."- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours from liquidnight -
Notes: 319 / 1 year ago from proustitute"To know the future
there must be a death.
Hand me the axe."-Margaret Atwood, from “Circe/Mud Poems” in Selected Poems, 1965-1975
thanks to proustitute
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Notes: 122 / 1 year ago from proustitute"In the past we listened to photographs. They heard our voice speak.
Alive, active. What had been distance was memory."-Barbara Guest, from “Photographs”
from proustitute
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Notes: 129 / 1 year ago from proustitute"The poem, even a short time after being written,
seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems
something beyond the capacity of the gods."-Theodore Roethke, from On Poetry and Craft
with thanks to proustitute
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