#poetry

I don't think I've ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

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I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

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¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire! ¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar! Dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida ¿sabes tú adónde va? ↗

— Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

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A book of verses underneath the bough A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And wilderness is paradise now. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

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Love, that moves the sun and the other stars - L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

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Mind led body to the edge of the precipice. They stared in desire at the naked abyss. If you love me, said mind, take that step into silence. If you love me, said body, turn and exist. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

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The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

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Writing metered verse is like working in drywall construction: stilted. Writing free verse is like having a heart attack: flat lining. ↗

— Bauvard

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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

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