Posts tagged poetry.

Subway Face

That I have been looking
For you all my life
Does not matter to you.
You do not know.

You never knew.
Nor did I.
Now you take the Harlem train uptown;
I take a local down.

Langston Hughes

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Self-Pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D. H. Lawrence

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I can’t lie that dreams are ridiculous.
And in dreaming myself upon the moon
I have made the moon my home and no one
Can ever get to me to hit me or kiss my lips.

Dorothea Lasky, from “The Process of Explication” (via proustitute)

To treat every day as a word spoken to us. And yourself—as an answer to the word.

Anna Kamienska, from The Notebook: 1965-1972 (via proustitute)

I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.

Let the Gods forgive what I
have made
Let those I love try to forgive
what I have made.

Ezra Pound, “Notes for Canto CXX” (via proustitute)

alengthoftaupe:

“And, at dawn, armed with glowing patience,

we will enter the cities of glory”

- Arthur Rimbaud