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#classic poetry
oyeevarnika · 2 months
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when sylvia plath said “i need a father, i need a mother, i need some older, wiser being to cry to. i talk to God but the sky is empty”
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beljar · 2 years
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I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952
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messedupmouth · 6 months
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“Peonies” by Mary Oliver
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newvision · 30 days
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E.M. Forster, from Maurice
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morgleaf · 1 month
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from page 10 of tender buttons by gertrude stein
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Emily Dickinson
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phieuva · 1 month
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"Moments aren't permanent nor instant; they're just moments."
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bookwormscolony · 7 months
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Renaissance paintings, classic poetry, and greek museums are the holy trinity of classic academia.✨️
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studentbyday · 1 month
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day 23-30 // 30doi
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some days i need help summoning my inner strength, and in those times, one of my favorite poets to turn to is Maya Angelou, so i made myself this wallpaper as a reminder to not give up every time i look at my phone.
this week i was supposed to do a trial run of my fresh start challenge but i'm not sure if it's the amount of life admin stuff i needed to catch up on (istg it makes me feel soooo much less like a mess and much less awful about myself now that i've dealt with those tasks), all the movement i wanted to get in this week (i just felt so physically off these past few weeks), or if i was just procrastinating more (i did watch a lot of youtube this week despite removing the app from my phone...some of it while exercising tho!) that made it a struggle to get more than 4h of studying in each day (sometimes even getting to 4h was a struggle 😪). so...idk if this whole 6h of studying / day thing will work but perhaps now that i'll be officially back to school next week, i will feel more compelled to focus on that rather than other things...(for better or for worse 😅)
🌼 study stats (50/10-15):
M: 🌼🌼🌼🌼 T: 🌼🌼🌼🌼 W: 🌼🌼🌼🌼 Th/F: did not feel like counting, but i did study
📰 media on my mind:
one in 10 premature births linked to plastic chemicals
the secret to lasting love might just be knowing how to fight
care school for men (istg THIS needs to be all over the world to equalize the gender gap in domestic work 👏🏻)
you're not a mess: how to journal to *ace* 2024 (can't wait for her video on her bujo setup if/when she makes one! i've been feeling a bit stuck with mine lately and been needing some inspo to...idk, have a system that calms rather than stresses me bc i feel like i just end up making very unrealistic plans no matter what planning method i use 😅)
diaries: schumann (tiffany poon's new album!!! 😍)
clementine - halsey (🎶 i don't need anyone, i just need everyone and then some 🎶)
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soychey · 3 months
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Can we just we just talk about the symbolism of this poem real quick ???? It’s INSANE ! Like we can all agree this poem is about Sue right???
“the heaven is what i cannot reach” = SUE and since Emily cannot truly be with Sue because well …. [we all know why :( ]. In other words, Emily’s “heaven” is something she will never be able to reach
“The apple on the tree” = Sue being the forbidden fruit that Emily cannot have because well ... [ AGAIN we know why :( ] and the fact that it’s always just out of Emily’s reach 🥺
“That heaven is to me” = again Sue herself and just being with Sue is her idea of “heaven”
AND the LAST TWO LINES!
“Behind the hill, the house behind - there paradise is found” = the fact that Sue lived next door to Emily, so Emily’s “paradise” was always literally RIGHT NEXT TO HER; however, she could never fully enjoy “paradise” but always knew where it could be found
SOBBING 😭
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t-h-ballard · 1 year
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"i love you"
You were not half as sweet on me as I was on you. You did not stay up late at night or count the flowers that bloomed. From the start, I should have known "I love you" meant more to me than it did to you.
- t.h. ballard
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beljar · 1 year
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He is quiet and so am I. He sips tea with lemon, while I drink coffee. That's the difference between us. Like me, he wears a wide, striped shirt, and like him, I read the evening paper. He doesn't see my secret glance. I don't see his secret glance. He's quiet and so am I. He asks the waiter something. I ask the waiter something… A black cat walks between us. I feel the midnight of its fur and he feels the midnight of its fur… I don't say to him: The sky today is clear and blue. He doesn't say to me: The sky today is clear. He's watched and the one watching and I'm watched and the one watching. I move my left foot. He moves his right foot. I hum the melody of a song and he hums the melody of a similar song. I wonder: Is he the mirror in which I see myself? And turn to look in his eyes…but I don't see him. I hurry from the café. I think: Maybe he's a killer… or maybe a passerby who thinks I am a killer. He's afraid…and so am I.
'He Is Quiet And So Am I' from diwan Don't Apologize for what you did by Mahmoud Darwish
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messedupmouth · 6 months
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By Fernando Pessoa
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songbird-is-crying · 3 months
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i hope all ye good omens girlies hop on the classic poetry hype train and discover how often nightingales are referenced as symbols of love
there are SO many opportunities to use pretty pretty poems to create beautiful works of fan art or gif sets or fanfiction or amv’s or AAAAARGH please please pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleas—
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il0vemazzystarr · 5 months
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ 1922
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