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I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth.


Stephen Dunn


#love #poetry #love

I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?


Rumi


#love #rumi #rumi-poetry #love

In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around.


Sarah Tregay


#poetry #love

Of course I love you, So let's have a kid. Who will say exactly What its parents did; "Of course I love you, So let's have a kid. Who will say exactly What its parents did; 'Of course I love you, So let's have a kid Who will say exactly What its parents did -'" Et cetera. -NOBLE CLAGGETT (1947-1966)


Kurt Vonnegut


#love

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.


Simon Armitage


#poetry #tragedy #love

From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp whisper of a page turning, the musky odor of old paper and the sharp inky whiff of new pages. Leather bindings sent me into ecstasy. I even loved to gaze at a closed book and daydream about the possibilities inside.


Rita Dove


#poetry #writing #love

We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.


Roman Payne


#love #making-love #naturalist #naturism #nudist

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing


Eavan Boland


#love

From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.


Edgar Allan Poe


#eleonora #love #river #short-story #silence

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.


Paul Laurence Dunbar


#love






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