There Is A Solitude In This World
There is a solitude in this world
I cannot pierce. I would die for it.
- Ada Limón, Drowning Creek
More Posts from Moonmovement and Others
Anne Boleyn’s Tiny Golden Psalm Book - she’s said to have handed it to one of her Maid’s of Honour moments before she was executed in 1536.
The pictures show a miniature of Henry Vlll on the left, with gothic cursive script on the facing page, and the gold tracery covers.
“Those lovers are mostly gone. My hands remain—: like altars.”
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods (via wishbzne)
I recognize you by the smell of rain
- Agata Tuszyńska, The Third Shore tr. Regina Grol
The true and serious beauty of trees, how it seemed insane that they should offer this to us, how unworthy we were, bewildered how soon we were nearly weeping at their trunks as they tossed down petal after petal, and we tried to remember how it felt to receive and notice the receiving
Ada Limón, Hooky
It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
she taught me the poems of these death-facing women and I understood them to be my mothers.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
An attempt to intensify the horror by containing it in symmetry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments
- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol
Truth. What ferocity in your quest for it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
