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it made my heart beat

Happiness hurts.
It makes one sensitive and sad.

twitter.com/thedaysbetween:

    "Some one said: ‘The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.’ Precisely, and they are that which we know."
    T. S. Eliot, from “Tradition and the Individual” (via proustitute)
    — 2 years ago with 110 notes
    #T.S. Eliot  #poetry  #lit  #prose  #criticism  #writing  #tradition  #knowledge 
    "I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation."
    Robert Frost, Conversations on the Craft of Poetry (via bookoasis)

    (via bookoasis-deactivated20120227)

    — 2 years ago with 41 notes
    #lit  #poetry  #Robert Frost  #prose  #verse  #translation 
    "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
    Pablo Neruda (via shadowsphere)

    (Source: cerements, via redheadmermaid)

    — 2 years ago with 368 notes
    #poetry  #quotes  #Wonderful 
    O Edinburgh

    it was night & we were always drunk
           or it was day (gray day) & I’d buy
                     boxes of clementines on my way
           from school & keep them outside
    my window on the sill so they’d stay
           cool—O Edinburgh, where we’d
                mash ourselves together on that shelf
           of bed after you lined up shoes
    to toss, one by one, at the heater
           on the wall—open coils that glowed
                     orange for 15-minute increments
           like a toaster, & when you’d hit
    the button your shoes would thud
           like large fish tails slapping the sides
                    of a boat & we rose with the wind’s
           current, its november brogue, &
    O Edinburgh, it spoke in tongues,
           flapped doors open & shut, howled
                   until I couldn’t remember exactly
           what happened in the dark except
    that we curled ourselves up into
           the smallest specks until I wept
                   over a horoscope & someone else’s
           tattoo & I never loved you because
    I was a wall of a city I had never been to

    Erika Meitner

    (Source: cavalierliterarycouture.com)

    — 3 years ago with 37 notes
    #Poetry  #Erika Meitner 
    DANSE MANHATTANIQUE

    Let us know each other by this
    dance, barefoot, over bits of glass.
    Let our arms
    discover what’s in the air
    around us, how much resistance,
    what passages, our fingertips alive
    to high frequencies, doubts, jazz.
    Let’s move
    to the jugular pulse of our lives,
    shake our asses
    to the sound of petty crime,
    a cash register opening,
    a libido humming
    in a nearby room.
    And when we return to our chairs,
    the dance floor
    arid with our absence,
    let’s invent the brawl
    that starts at the bartwo men, say,
    who need the exercise,
    let’s conjure the bloodbeat,
    the contagion of violence,
    and slip out into the street
    with such things behind us,
    having done and survived them.
    Let’s then (for a moment, 
    in our minds) take the Thruway upstate
    and arrive at a place
    where good days slide so easily
    into the bad they deprive us
    of grand gestures.
    Let there be trees. Vacancies
    for belief. The sky, perhaps,
    as it once was.

    Stephen Dunn, from A Circus of Needs

    (Source: wwnorton)

    — 3 years ago with 5 notes
    #Stephen Dunn  #A Circus of Needs  #poetry