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feral-ballad · 3 months

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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

#kate baer #hope #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #american literature #american poetry

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 9 months

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"Some long-forgot, enchanted, strange, Sweet garden of a thousand years ago,"

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Interim"

via southerncrossreview.org

#edna st. vincent millay #quotes #literature quotes #literary quotes #lit quotes #quotations #literary quotations #fragments #20th century poetry #20th century literature #american literature #american lit #poetry #poem #american poetry #american author #poetry fragments

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gennsoup · 2 months

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Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

Anne Sexton, Small Wire

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newvision · 10 months

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— Richard Siken, from ‘Birds Hover the Trampled Field’ in War of the Foxes

#wanted to use a bone saw on my skull so naturally I started rereading Siken #some poems will haunt me forever #Richard siken #crush #war of the foxes #poetry #queer poetry #queer books #queer lit #queer literature #american poetry #american lit #american literature #mine

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philosophors · 11 months

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“In a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, love exists. I'm grateful to know that it exists.”

— Maya Angelou, “Rainbow in the Cloud: The Wit and Wisdom of Maya Angelou”

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pagansphinx · 2 months

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Black History Month

Maya Angelou (American, 1928-2014)

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit

a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woma

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

#american women #maya anjelou #poet #essayist #black woman wrirer #american writer #african american woman of letters #poetry #contemporary poetry #american poetry #still i rise

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wondrousrainbow · 1 year

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The Silent Voice, Gerald Moira (1898)

When the dumb Hour, clothed in black,

Brings the Dreams about my bed,

Call me not so often back,

Silent Voices of the dead,

Toward the lowland ways behind me,

And the sunlight that is gone!

Call me rather, silent voices,

Forward to the starry track

Glimmering up the heights beyond me

On, and always on!

— The Silent Voices, Alfred Lord Tennyson (1892)

#art #poetry #poem #painting #1898 painting #gerald moira #moira painting #the silent voice #the silent voice gerald moira #the silent voice 1898 #alfred lord tennyson #alfred lord tennyson poem #american poetry #the silent voices alfred lord tennyson #the silent voices 1892

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crystalclaire · 8 days

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keep going into the world, bird,

startle the sad spring air with the whirring of your wings

“Bird Bound for a Good World” by Ada Limón

#poetry #ada limón #ada limon #poem #lit scraps #quotes #literature #us poet laureate #american poetry #sharks in the rivers #milkweed editions #spring #springtime #birds #bird #nature #nature poetry

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canihaveyouback · 2 months

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out of sync

In the dance of forgotten lovers, we twirl as strangers, our steps out of sync, our hearts distant echoes.

#anger #love #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #american literature #american poetry

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bleuetfane · 11 months

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i love you through it all.

bombs are whistling / marie at the mill / little hand / no wonder, joanna newsom

#quote #quote compilation #web weaving #quotes #lyrics #joanna newsom #american literature #american poetry #english literature #poetry #love #bleuetfane

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saint-daimon · 5 months

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rain, by raymond carver, 1996

#poetry #raymond carver #american poetry #poem #poems #songs #rain #lazy #196 #90s

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feral-ballad · 3 months

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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”

[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]

#kate baer #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #american literature #american poetry

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 11 months

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Emily Dickinson

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gennsoup · 1 month

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I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.

Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew Tree

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newvision · 1 year

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— Rachel McKibbons, Blud (2017)

#made me sob!#Blud #poetry #rachel mckibbens #american literature #american poetry #literature #books #light academia #dark academia #aesthetic #academia #dark academia style #dark academia aesthetic #🪶

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philosophors · 9 months

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“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

— Charles Bukowski, “Gamblers All”

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