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That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea--both of us calm--and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work....when death--black waves!--no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it. ↗


— Juan Ramón Jiménez


#life-work #nature-writing #poetry #death

The tags' chain stirs with the wind; and I sleep Paid, dead, and a soldier. Who fights for his own life Loses, loses: I have killed for my world, and am free. ↗


— Randall Jarrell


#poetry #death

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace. ↗


— Kevin Walker


#life #peace #poetry #death

When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: "Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? --Who saw us? The night and the moon." "And the stars and the first flush of dawn. The moon has seen its visage in the lake, and told it to the water 'neath the willows. The water told it to the rower's oar. "And the oar has told it to the boat, and the boat has passed the secret to the fisher. Alas! alas! if that were only all! But the fisher told the secret to a woman. "The fisher told the secret to a woman: my father and my mother and my sisters, and all of Hellas now shall know the tale. ↗


— Pierre Louÿs


#lovers #poetry #songs-of-bilitis #tryst #love

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampire So very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cut He took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores. ↗


— Wrath James White


#love

I don't know what I was trying to get out of a tenor - but it never really satisfied me until one day I picked up my alto and I said, "Where have you been?" and I said right here for now on! ↗


— Jerome Richardson


#been #day #get #here #i

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of. ↗


— Kellie Elmore


#goodbye #leaving #love #love-quotes #lovers

We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste. ↗


— Rob Bignell


#love #poetry #love

I'd reply, love doesn't tell time. Love is simple there or it isn't. Every day, in every way, it was there. ↗


— Lisa Schroeder


#love

Blackadder was fifty-four and had come to editing Ash out of pique. He was the son and grandson of Scottish schoolmasters. His grandfather recited poetry on firelight evenings: Marmion, Childe Harold, Ragnarok. His father sent him to Downing College in Cambridge to study under F. R. Leavis. Leavis did to Blackadder what he did to serious students; he showed him the terrible, the magnificent importance and urgency of English literature and simultaneously deprived him of any confidence in his own capacity to contribute to, or change it. The young Blackadder wrote poems, imagined Dr Leavis’s comments on them, and burned them. ↗


— A.S. Byatt


#craft #literature #poetry #self-confidence #skill






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