ON BATHING YOUR LOVER

“Harder to endure than fresh pain is pain that has already been endured: a reminder that one is not far from who one was.”

— Yiyun Li,  “Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life”

Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson

I was so cruel to my body, & still it never once faltered in kicking/screaming/fighting me alive. I could not imagine a love as steady as the one I hated more than any other.

Swallowing blood, swallowing tears, legs brimming in too-sharp angles

— Topaz Winters, from “battlefield,” poems for the sound of the sky before thunder

sometimes i think about the golden record and i want to cry

hi what are your favorite love poems/letters?

I have a compilation of my absolute favourite love letters

as for poems:

“Having a Coke with You” “For Grace, After a Party” and “Morning Poem” by Frank O’Hara

“Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled With Shrieks” by Christopher Citro

“Elegy for My Sadness” and “Song of the Anti-Sisyphus” by Chen Chen

“Intifada Incantation: Poem 38 for b.b.L.” “Poem for My Love” and various poems for Haruko by June Jordan

“One Last Poem for Richard” by Sandra Cisneros

“Snow and Dirty Rain” by Richard Siken

“Wish” and “In Time” by W. S. Merwin

“A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention” by Yehuda Amichai

“Like a Small Café, That’s Love” by Mahmoud Darwish

“Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally A Love Poem” by Bob Hicok

“For M” by Mikko Harvey

“To Kiss a Forehead” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“When I Tell My Husband I Miss The Sun, He Knows” by Paige Lewis

“The Quiet World” by Jeffrey McDaniel

“Morning Love Poem” by Tara Skurtu

“[Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of our relationship]” and “Aubade” by Yanyi

some French ones:  “J’ai tant rêvé de toi” “Les espaces du sommeil” by Robert Desnos, “Les yeux d’Elsa” “Les mains d’Elsa” by Louis Aragon, “La courbe de tes yeux” “Ma morte vivante” “J’ai fermé les yeux” by Paul Eluard

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“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

— Lisa Unger (via quotemadness)

Any quotes about night and stars, please? ✨

"The night is shaped like a howling wolf."

— Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness; from ‘Paths of the Mirror’, tr. Yvette Siegert

"Then, it being night, and the twin stars of Castor and Pollux just visible in the sky, I spoke of that tragedy, of two brothers whose love we might find unnatural, so stricken in grief when one was killed that the other, begging for his life again, accepted instead that for half the year one might live, and for the rest of the year the other, but never the two together. So it is for us, who while on earth in these suits of lead sense the presence of one we love, not far away but too far to touch."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Sexing the Cherry'

"The night is cold and delicate and full of angels"

— John Ashbery, Rivers and Mountains; from ‘The Ecclesiast’

"Oh starry starry night! This is how / I want to die."

— Anne Sexton, All My Pretty Ones; from ‘The Starry Night’

"Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Why I adore the night'

"…a strange night-time otherworld of darkness and starlight and the fine line between life and death."

— Katherine Clements, from 'The Coffin Path'

"But the Orphics say that black-winged Night, a goddess of whom even Zeus stands in awe, was courted by the Wind and laid a silver egg in the womb of Darkness; and that Eros, whom some call Phanes, was hatched from this egg and set the Universe in motion."

— Robert Graves, from 'The Greek Myths: The Complete and Definitive Edition'

"That doesn’t stop me having a tremendous need for, shall I say the word — for religion — so I go outside at night to paint the stars [...]"

— Vincent van Gogh

"Night. Such a beautiful word."

— Janet Fitch, from 'Chimes of a Lost Cathedral'

"Why shun darkness? / The night abounds with diamond drops."

— Forugh Farrokhzad, Asir (Captive); from 'On Loving', tr. Sholeh Wolpé

"Dear, though the night is gone, / Its dream still haunts to-day,"

— W. H. Auden, Selected Poems; from ‘Dear, though the night is gone’

"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me."

"I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams."

— Virginia Woolf, from 'The Waves'

"By day I am nothing, by night I am myself."

— Fernando Pessoa, from 'The Book of Disquiet', tr. Margaret Jull Costa

"...the frozen glitter of stars, shattered glass on black silk..."

— Maggie O' Farrell, from 'Hamnet'

"I sometimes fancy that my body is made up of all the different stars. Leo’s in my chest; I’m sure it’s Leo because my heart roars."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Boating for Beginners'

"Night, the night again, the magisterial wisdom of the dark."

— Alejandra Pizarnik, A Musical Hell; from ‘Desire for the Word’, tr. Yvette Siegert

"If only at the midnight hour / You’d send me a greeting across the stars."

— Anna Akhmatova, Seventh Book; from Sweetbrier In Blossom; ‘In a Dream’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

"Under the shield of night, / let me unburden the moon."

— Forugh Farrokhzad, Reborn; from ‘Border Walls’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

"The night snows stars and the earth creaks."

— Ted Hughes, Wodwo; from ‘The Howling of Wolves’

"I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night."

— Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours; from 'The Old Astronomer'

why are all of those posts with tender quotes about men! shut up about them! what about when virginia woolf wrote "i never seem to run out of tenderness for you" and vita sackville-west said "oh my dear, i can’t ever be clever and stand-offish with you: i love you too much for that. too truly." and girl in red sang "i will follow you home, although my lips are blue and i'm cold" and natasha ngan wrote "she makes me feel reappeared. reimagined. her touch shapes me, draws out the boldness that had been hiding in my core." and oh pep! sang "my baby talks at a mile a minute, she sings like a church with a choir in it" and audre lorde said "there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman i love."