Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
I want to fill my mouth with your name.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair
Between sage and turquoise All the history that she was a shade of blue. that no one knew
And I can’t help but fantasize.
A safer place for her to bloom And another day where they leave her alone
Marigolds and Violets precarious. And, like the molten under She was born with an inner core of rage…
She’s angry and it’s justified. Her mother told her she was born silent refusing to take her first breathe voluntarily She’s everything that contradicts the worthlessness of this world
She knew this is no place for her Since the beginning yet, she’s here.
"Perhaps cherries look violent in the sunlight [You are all honey and rage]”
skin blushing with melancholy, bruised with discomfort Colored with the same palette that created the universe
She’s a sky that’s gone mad With the colors of sunset she’s the end of the day
Not a body, not a soul,
Just a bundle of tangled emotions spiraling and splashing their colors everywhere.
Almost like a splattered brain…
“ A gentle sort of horror”
But, what does it take to end her story? Courage.
Quotes: Sylvia Plath/Yvor Winters/Pablo Neruda/Fyodor Dostoevsky/Oscar Wilde/Julia Armfield/Euripides
Original context: Sinligh
1. "Eugene de Blaas, A Young Woman with Veil detail, ca. 1880-1910. 2.mary magdalene, francesco hayez 3.Detail: Herodias, 1843, by Paul Delaroche. 4. By Henrik Uldalen. 5. Painting by robin isley. 6.Penitent Magdalene" by Domenico Tintoretto (1598-1602).
…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined…
Pablo Neruda, “Rain (Rapa Nui)”
Alexandra Levasseur, Feminine Mystery Of Being One With Nature // Pablo Neruda, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems
I by Pablo Neruda (tr. W.S. Merwin), from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.