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woundgallery · 1 year
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Eliza Griswold
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soracities · 2 years
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Eliza Griswold, from "Flood", Wideawake Field: Poems
[Text ID: "Love surprises us. It ends."]
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apoemaday · 2 years
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Tigers
by Eliza Griswold
What are we now but voices who promise each other a life neither one can deliver not for lack of wanting but wanting won’t make it so. We cling to a vine at the cliff’s edge. There are tigers above and below. Let us love one another and let go.
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I Am the Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan (translated by Eliza Griswold, photographs by Seamus Murphy)
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"The fossilized egg in my chest / cracks open against my will. // I was so proud not to feel my heart. / Waking means being angry."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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lost-in-letters · 2 years
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having no hope//hopelessness
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have-but I have it, Lana Del Ray// Alright, Gracie Abrams// Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; "Heavy-laden is my soul", Kahlil Gibran// Franz Kafka// I Am The Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan, Eliza Griswold (tr.)//The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath// Women Poets of Japan,"A Diary Without Dates" , Nakamura Chio (tr. Kenneth Rexroth & Ikuko Atsumi// All the Wrong Colours, Yrsa Daley-Ward
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"Flood", Wideawake Field: Poems, Eliza Griswold//Cold Solace, Anna Belle Kaufman
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agirlnamedbone · 9 months
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Eliza Griswold (Wideawake Field, 2007)
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6peaches · 4 months
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Eliza Griswold - Tigers
What are we now but voices  who promise each other a life  neither one can deliver  not for lack of wanting  but wanting won't make it so.  We cling to a vine  at the cliff's edge.  There are tigers above  and below. Let us love  one another and let go.
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woundgallery · 1 year
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Eliza Griswold from Widewake Field
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havingapoemwithyou · 9 months
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flood by Eliza Griswold
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theregencyreticule · 1 year
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From IG grieftolight
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llovelymoonn · 8 months
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hello !! i hope you’re doing well 🤍 may i request a web weaving about friendships that were over because they grow out of each other? thank you sm and have a great day!
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Cold Solace, Anna Belle Kaufman//"Flood", Wideawake Field: Poems, Eliza Griswold//House of the Dragon (2022-)
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feral-ballad · 1 year
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sorry if this is specific but do you know any quotes about pomegranates in relation to love? whether it be hades/persephone related or a general idea, i’m just looking for something to add to my girlfriend’s valentines card😭 i’ve always felt the act of sharing fruit was very romantic and i got her a pomegranate patch, however i just felt adding a quote to the card might help her understand the meaning behind it a bit more. if not, i totally get it and thank you for your time!!
this is the cutest!🫀🤍
I’ll kiss you in the pomegranate garden.
From I Am the Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan, tr. by Eliza Griswold
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Salma al-Khadra al-Jayyusi, ed. by Kamal Boullata, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Arabic Poetry by Arab Women; “Dearest Love — III”
I have sat down in the middle of the Earth, my love, in the middle of my life, to open my veins and my chest, to peel my skin like a pomegranate, and to break the red mahogany of these bones that loved you.
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “The Abandoned Woman”
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Igor Severyanin, tr. by Avrahm Yarmolinsky, from Modern Russian Poetry: An Anthology; “And it passed by the sea-shore”
My heart is a fiery pomegranate, / its scarlets clustered, and its wax opened, / which could offer you its tender beads / with the stubbornness of a man in love.
Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly; “Your heart?—It is a Frozen Orange”
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Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body
Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.
Pauline Albanese, from The Closed Doors
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Oscar Wilde, “In the Gold Room”
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agirlnamedbone · 1 year
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--Eliza Griswold (Wideawake Field, 2007)
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