#on self
<3!!
anna akhmatova (via@propertiesofjoy) \ mary oliver mindful(via@lilllium) \ leila chatti tea(via@propertiesofjoy) \ mary oliver blue horses: “i’m feeling fabulous, possibly too much so. but i love it” (via@liriostigre) \ sylvia plath the unabridged journals of sylvia plath (via@metamorphesque) \ warsan shire what we own
i don’t know who i am
hieu minh nguyen this way to the sugar (via@luthienne) \ via@zuvson\ natalie diaz postcolonial love poem: “postcolonial love poem” (via@beingharsh) \ salman toor the star (2019) \ elena ferrante the story of a new name \ adonis selected poems (tr. khaled mattawa)
i’m just a sad woman walking sad streets
laura karetzky night hawks (2022) \ sylvia plath collected poems: “event”(via@derangedrhythms) \ edward hopper new york office (1962) \ carlos drummond de andrade centres of cataclysm: celebrating fifty years of modern poetry in translation: “seven-sided poem” (tr. richard zenith) \ ivana vostrakova loneliness \ dylan thomas the collected poems of dylan thomas: the new centenary edition: “no man believes” \ michalina garus from the window \ nikki giovanni the collected poetry, 1968-1998
forever is a lie
pjirawat \ sue zhao \ trois couleurs: bleu [“three colours: blue”]dir. krzysztif kieślowski (1993)via@ouugg \ ourbrokenbeatinghearts \ james lipnickasa place that could have been (2021) \ adonis selected poems (tr. khaled mattawa)via@weltenwellen \ salvador dali the persistence of memory (1931) \ samuel menashe samuel menashe: new and selected poems: “forever and a day” \@catilinas
i wish i could go back to my childhood
jung hai yun plan b (2019) \ mary oliver upstream\ georgianna lane cottage garden \ henry b. fuller toward childhood\via@you-photo \ jonathan galassi north street and other poems: “north of childhood”\ ?? \ joyce peseroff eastern mountain time: “museum of childhood”
sometimes life doesn’t feel real
rae armantrout bees\ jackie mathey paper puddle \ thomas james letters to a stranger: “tom o'bedlam among the sunflowers” \ robert hass sun under wood: new poems: “iowa city: early april” \ edward hopper automat(1927)
I don’t get emotional about literature much, but when I do, it’s over Jane Eyre’s ‘Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless?’ speech. Charlotte Brontë wrote that for ugly girls everywhere.
#do you think i am an automaton? a machine without feelings?#and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips?#and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?#do you think because i am poor obscure plain and little that i am soulless and heartless?#you think wrong!#i have as much soul as you and full as much heart#and if god had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth#i would make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you#i am not talking to you through the medium of customs#or coventionalities or even of mortal flesh#it is my spirit that addresses your spirit#just as if we had both passed through the grave and we stood at god’s feet equal#as we are!
