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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portugese


Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portugese

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February 16th, 2012

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake

                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.

         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running

until they forget that they are horses.

                   It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,

         it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,

                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days

were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple

                                                                                       to slice into pieces.

Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means

         we’re inconsolable.

                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

 These, our bodies, possessed by light.

                                                                Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

- “Scheherazade”, Richard Siken

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December 19th, 2011

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December 4th, 2011

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening, a little behind you

then people will say
“Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover (it was
toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants.

E. E. Cummings, “if you like my poems let them” (via bookoasis)

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November 22nd, 2011
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Excerpt from “Clown in the Moon” by Dylan Thomas (via clavicola)

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