truth and beauty bombs

119 notes "The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome.

And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life."
Derek Walcott, "Love After Love"
7 notes Do Hyun Cho
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21 notes Robley Wilson, I Wish in the City of Your Heart
98 notes Daniel Armand Lee, Pieces of You
75 notes Daniel Armand Lee, Pieces of You
8 notes Saul Williams, She
63 notes Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog
21 notes Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog
772 notes "There is a solitude which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
45 notes "My heart is weak and unreliable. When I go it will be my heart. I try to burden it as little as possible. If something is going to have an impact, I direct it elsewhere. My gut for example, or my lungs, which might seize up for a moment but have never yet failed to take another breath. Yesterday I saw a man kicking a dog and I felt it behind my eyes. I don’t know what to call this, a place before tears. The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees. To everything a season, to every time I’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all. Every morning, a little more."
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

(Source: rhymine)

You wouldn’t be so depressed
if you really believed in God."
Jane Kenyon, Having it Out with Melancholy
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