May 2013
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“Anna Who Was Mad
Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand...”
– I I I love her she writes more then about the usual. And its so personal. She writes about her depression her intimacy her children her thoughts about suicide. She was mentally ill so her therapist recommended she take up poetry. Look at the beauty that came from it. Why say she was ill. Its...
“Her body carries clouds all the way home.”
– Anne Sexton, from It Is A Spring Afternoon (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Your voice
is
wild and simple.
You are
untranslatable
Into any one
tongue.”
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me...”
– Pablo Neruda (via imparadised)
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me...”
– Pablo Neruda (via imparadised)
foryouaremyfate:
“i love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and wind and waters until they found me” -pablo neruda
“You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as...”
– Pablo Neruda, “XV,” from Twenty Poems of Love, adapted (via doublehelixnucleotide)
