Mahmoud Darwish, from The Adam of two Edens: Selected Poems; "Why Have You Left the Horse Alone?,"
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Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Poems; "To Her In Paradise"
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"Some long-forgot, enchanted, strange,
Sweet garden of a thousand years ago,"
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Interim"
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whatever i touch, i break—
not with physical force
but with emotional intensity
— midas touch: reversed, 2023
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I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair.
and though streets I go not nourishing myself, quiet,
Bread does not sustain me, the dawn drives me mad,
I look for the liquid sound of your feet in the day.
I hunger for your laugh that slips,
for your hands the colour of a furious harvest,
I have hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like an untouched almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam burnt in your beauty,
the sovereign nose of the arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shadow of your lashes,
and hungry I come and go sniffing the twilight,
looking for you, looking for your hot heart,
like a puma in the solitude of Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XI
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catrachos, by roy g. guzmán
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Todo vuelve, pero nada regresa igual dos veces. Ni el amor, ni las personas, ni siquiera la propia vida.
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“I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.”
— Laurie Anderson explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick
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Mary Oliver, from "White Flowers" in New and Selected Poems, vol. I
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"And that sweet summer, bred by my own hand, would be conquered by now, if you were my homeland."
— Carolina Outcrop, from the poetry collection 'Dreams of June and the Strawberry Moon'
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