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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. ↗


— Edna St. Vincent Millay


#poetry #love

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon? ↗


— Margaret Atwood


#poetry #truth #love

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him! ↗


— Edna St. Vincent Millay


#sorrow #yearning #love

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. ↗


— Nikki Giovanni


#poetry #rain #snow #love

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart. ↗


— W.H. Auden


#poetry #love

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. ↗


— Pablo Neruda


#passion #poetry #love

So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still. ↗


— Veronica Franco


#erotic #pleasure #poetry #sex #love

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ↗


— Pablo Neruda


#june #light #love-poetry #poetry #silence

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? - ↗


— T.S. Eliot


#prufrock #love

In Blackwater Woods Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ↗


— Mary Oliver


#poetry #life






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