#try

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poetry #love

Used to be he was my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I'd lie on the couch with my eyes closed just thinking about it. Never about the fact that everything changes, that even this, my best passion, would not be immune. No, I would bask on in an eternal daydream of the hands finding me, the gaze like a winding stair coaxing me down. . . . Until I caught a glimpse of something in the mirror: silly girl in her lingerie, dancing with the furniture-- a hot little bundle, flush with cliches. Into that pair of too-bright eyes I looked and saw myself. And something else: he would never look that way. ↗

— Deborah Garrison

#poetry #women #change

at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deep it smelled like sage, my favorite smell I went up on the plateau to watch it come to see the gifts it always brought but this rain changed from blue to black and left nothing. ↗

— Ally Condie

#matched #poetry #change

The Way It Is There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding. You don’t ever let go of the thread. ~ William Stafford ~ ↗

— William Stafford

#loss #poetry #change

Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities. ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#poetry #time #will #change

I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#change

People are always afraid of anything different. They are afraid of change," says Sensai. "It is the same everywhere. ↗

— Sandy Fussell

#discrimination #prejudice #change

Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine. In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there. And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#change

We wrote our names in the sand You crossed mine out: I can't get back to the way I was. ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#loss #poetry #change

You can't move so fast that you try to change the mores faster than people can accept it. That doesn't mean you do nothing, but it means that you do the things that need to be done according to priority. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

#according #change #done #fast #faster