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slowtides · 1 year

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when richard brostoff said "you hold an absence / at your center, / as if it were a life" and when louise glück said "I didn’t even know I felt grief / until that word came, until I felt / rain streaming from me" and when rainer maria rilke said "It sometimes happens that my hands / grow conscious of each other, or else my weary face / takes refuge in them"

#embodiment #grief #web weaving #richard brostoff #louise glück #rainer maria rilke #quotations

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corruptedtwinks · 7 months

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Bon Iver - a song for a lover of long ago /// Rupi Kaur - Milk & Honey /// Anna Akhmatova - The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova /// ??? /// Marina Tsvetaeva - From a letter to Boris Pasternak /// Ojibwa - Tumblr /// Richard Brostoff - Grief /// Erica Jong - Bitter Herb /// Sylvia Plath - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath ///

#web weaving #on grief #on loss #on lost love #poetry #web weave

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laylatnahar · 5 months

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Poem of the Day!

Richard Brostoff (American), from “Grief,” A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012)

#avpol #jojo zine #jojo fanart #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #avdol #jjba avdol #muhammad avdol #mohammed avdol

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ombre-ame · 5 months

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“You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief,” A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012)

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thesugardontstop · 9 months

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Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea the water disappears into itself, hauling an ocean in.

Vortex, how you repeat a single gesture, come round to find only

yourself, a cup full of questions, perhaps some curl of wisdom, a bit of flung salt.

You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

Grief - Richard Brostoff

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exsomnis · 2 years

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"You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life."

─ Richard Brostoff, from "Grief", A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012)

#poetry #poem #poems #love poem #grief poetry #q #quote #quotes #poems and quotes #grief #love

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wastedmisery · 7 months

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“You hold an absence

at your center

as if it were a life.”

- Richard Brostoff, from “Grief”, A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012)

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wintryblight · 3 years

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hi, could you share more poems on grief? <3

of course! thank you for your request & i hope you enjoy reading these poems. my previous compilation of grief-themed poems can be found here. making these compilations made me realise how much of the poetry i love is about grief & loss.

Mary Howe, “What the Living Do” | I am living. I remember you.

Victoria Chang, “OBIT [The Blue Dress]” | Grief is / wearing a dead person’s dress forever.

Ada Limón, “The Carrying” | How my own body, empty, / clean of secrets, knows how to carry her, / knows we were all meant for something.

Richard Brostoff, “Grief” | You hold an absence / at your center, / as if it were a life.

Richard Siken, “The Worm King’s Lullaby” | He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was / dead anyway

Laura Villareal, “The Long Trajectory of Grief” | I pretend not to notice / your absence— how my car isn’t spiced with your oakmoss / & mint anymore.

Dunya Mikhail, “Tablets II” | The pomegranate seeds / scattered with our steps / were not from heaven.

#poetry #reading list #recommendation #richard siken #mary howe #victoria chang #richard brostoff #dunya mikhail #laura villareal #Ada Limón #grief #compilation #web weaving #death

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hellotomyoldheart · 4 years

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quotes i can’t stop thinking about

part three

“& ‘i’ came out. (i’m sorry, father. ‘i’ wasn’t my fault.)” - toi derricotte, speculations about “i”.

“and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. and you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. and your life is a long line of fine.” - gillian flynn, gone girl.

“i will kill you and eat you raw.” - madeline miller, the song of achilles.

“& how else to explain grief but as this mirror? this impossible joy that will not let you hold it.” - brenna twohy, draco malfoy looks into the mirror of the erased.

“at parties i point to my body and say this is where love comes to die. welcome, come in, make yourself at home. everyone laughs, they think i’m joking.” - warsan shire, the house.

“nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.” - kait rokowski.

“my english class had read macbeth in the fall, but only now was it starting to make sense why lady macbeth could never scrub the blood off her hands, why it was still there after she washed it away.” - donna tartt, the goldfinch.

“maybe i love you, maybe i’m just kinda bored. it is what it is till it ain’t anymore.” - kacey musgraves, it is what it is.

“maybe love shouldn’t.” - phil kaye & sarah kay, when love arrives.

“i want to be the only thing touching him. i want to be the only thing that ever touches him again. i will be envious of every shirt he ever wears, the cuffs of his coats, the trousers going soft with wear where they rub his inner thighs. every snowflake that ever falls upon his lips, every piece of bread upon his tongue. i want to breathe him, feel him fill up my chest until my ribs strain and i break open like ripe fruit beneath a paring knife. i would be raw. i would freckle and blister in the sun. i would teach my body to regrow my heart each time i gave it to him, over and over and over again. heart after heart after heart- every one of them his.” - mackenzi lee, the gentleman’s guide to getting lucky.

“‘coach still talks about her all the time,’ chris said. ‘he calls her the best that never was. why’d she quit running, do you know? i never understood that.’” - m.o walsh, my sunshine away.

“you keep calling yourself empty and you’re starting to believe it.” - neil hilborn, you can look.

“you hold an absence / at your center / as if it were a life.” - richard brostoff, grief.

“i awkwardly tell you i like your t-shirt. you say it’s just a grey t-shirt. you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun.” - shauna barbosa, gps.

“i’ve known nights so cold the body is unlikely to bleed.” - michael lee, the only worlds we know.

“i’m remembering our first date, how you told me you couldn’t imagine marrying anyone who wasn’t jewish and i told you, just as earnestly, as gently, that i couldn’t imagine getting through high school without killing myself. and you said well that gives us three years.” - eireann corrigan, she tries out for varsity recklessness and only makes jv.

“if i knew your pain, i would bear it.” - mahbod serajj, rooftops of tehran.

“it's true. somewhere inside us we are all the ages we have ever been. we're the three year old who got bit by the dog. we're the six year old our mother lost track of at the mall. we're the ten year old who get tickled till we wet our pants. we're the thirteen year old shy kid with zits. we're the sixteen year old no one asked to the prom, and so on. we walk around in the bodies of adults until someone presses the right button and summons up one of those kids.” - jonathan tropper, this is where i leave you.

“you used to say, on a good day i only break his heart once.” - shane koyczan, a good day.

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erisolympia · 3 years

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You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

from Grief by Richard Brostoff

#grief #richard brostoff #on grief #poems #poetry #poets #quotes #so it is written #about #i am still grieving #the feeling is mutual

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hiddenshores · 5 years

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“You hold an absence

at your center,

as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief”

#richard brostoff #grief #absence #poem #poetry #lit

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keepmyselfamused-othersconfused · 6 years

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Grief

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea

the water disappears into itself,

hauling an ocean in.

Vortex, how you repeat

a single gesture,

come round to find only

yourself, a cup full of questions,

perhaps some curl of wisdom,

a bit of flung salt.

You hold an absence

at your center,

as if it were a life.

- Richard Brostoff

#richard brostoff #grief #poem #poetry

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dk-thrive · 6 years

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Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea the water disappears into itself, hauling an ocean in.

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea the water disappears into itself, hauling an ocean in. Vortex, how you repeat a single gesture, come round to find only yourself, a cup full of questions, perhaps some curl of wisdom, a bit of flung salt. You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

~ Richard Brostoff, Grief from A Few Forms of Love Finishing Line Press (2013)

#grief #loss #poetry #Richard Brostoff #death

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contremineur · 7 years

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Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea the water disappears into itself, hauling an ocean in. Vortex, how you repeat a single gesture, come round to find only yourself, a cup full of questions, perhaps some curl of wisdom, a bit of flung salt. You hold an absence at your centre, as if it were a life.

Richard Brostoff, Grief (in ‘A few forms of love’, Finishing Line Press 2013)

#richard brostoff #grief #poetry

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fairerhousethanprose · 5 years

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Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea the water disappears into itself, hauling an ocean in. Vortex, how you repeat a single gesture, come round to find only yourself, a cup full of questions, perhaps some curl of wisdom, a bit of flung salt. You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

Richard Brostoff, “Grief” from A Few Forms of Love

#richard brostoff #grief #poetry

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finita-la-commedia · 6 years

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You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

Richard Brostoff, from “Grief’

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