"I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow I am never healing."
Anne Sexton, from “A Self-Portrait In Letters” (via violentwavesofemotion)
(via lifeinpoetry)
Nothing matters and what if it did.
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Hart Crane gives me a headache
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(Source: bungalowclassic, via whiskey-smiles)
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Little Map
The white pine
the deer coming closer
the ant
in my bowl
—where did she go
when I brushed her out?The candle
—where does it go?Our brush with each other
—two animal souls
without cave
image
or
word -
and all along
you have been inside me
streaming
unforsakenness…-from “The Blind Stirring of Love”
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Blue Hanuman
A four-armed flutist took me
to the blue avatar: stone-blue
monkey, whiskers silver,
broken beads silver—
paint dashed by the artist on cheap paper.
Bought for a few annas, God
kneels, looks left. Intense concentration.
His ink hands rip open his chest,
pull skin aside like a velvet curtain—
Rama and Sita alive
at his core. And what devotion shall
my flesh show, and my broken-open breast.
His blueblack tail flicks upward, its dark
tip a paintbrush loaded blue.—Joan Larkin
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"[And if the earthly should forget you,
say to the silent loam: I flow.]
To the rushing water speak: I am."Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Edward Snow), from “Sonnets to Orpheus”(II, 29)
(Source: the-final-sentence, via lifeinpoetry)
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Marianne Moore’s formula for the working artist:
Curiosity, observation, and a great deal of joy in the thing.
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
