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fredmeyer:
maybe you are sad
because your hair is so long and
that’s where sorrow lives,
sleeping sickly and close to your ear
if i could i’d put you on my shoulders
and carry you to the edge of lake powell
in arizona and say look
there is beauty beyond ourselves
and to us it will always remain indifferent
nighthalos:
I want to take your hands off of my hips
and put them on a statue’s hips;
then I can thoughtfully regard the justice of your feelings
for me, and, changing, regard my own love for you
as beautiful. I’d never cheat you and say, “It’s inevitable!”
It’s just barely natural.
But we do course together
like two battleships maneuvering away from the fleet.
littlewillowcabin:
It can have no bounds, you know.
It can have no end.
You can take my hand
in the darkness, darling,
when you need a friend.
And it can change in shape or form,
but never change in size.
Well the water, it ran deep, my darling,
where it don’t run wide.
oldmanflower:
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.”
—T. S. Eliot (via zenhumanism)
I have thrown my body around like an old excuse
I have thrown my heart out like a kite
like rice confetti
like milk teeth behind me
like salt behind me
I have thrown away all of my pride
I have thrown all of my prayers into the deep
well of your mouth.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.