- “This is my letter to the world/ That never wrote to me” (Emily Dickinson)
- "In the circus tent of a hurricane/ designed by a drunken god/ my extravagant heart blows up again/ in a rampage of champagne-colored rain/ and the fragments whir like a weather vane/ while the angels all applaud" (Sylvia Plath)
- “Heard melodies are sweet/ but those unheard, are sweeter” (John Keats)
- “I have been astonished that men could die martyrs/ for their religion--/ I have shuddered at it,/ I shudder no more./ I could be martyred for my religion./ Love is my religion/ and I could die for that./ I could die for you” (John Keats)
- "I have/ a lord in heaven/ called the sun, and open/ for him, showing him/ the fire of my own heart, fire/ like his presence./ What could such glory be/ if not a heart?" (Louise Glück)
- “Love is a game / of tic-tac-toe,/ constantly waiting/ for the next x or o” (Lang Leav)
- “We are voyagers, discoverers/ of the not-known,/ the unrecorded;/ we have no map;/ possibly we will reach haven,/ heaven" (H.D.)
- "See, the mountains kiss high heaven,/ And the waves clasp one another;/ No sister flower could be forgiven/ If it disdained its brother;/ And the sunlight clasps the earth,/ And the moonbeams kiss the sea/ What are all these kissings worth,/ If thou kiss not me?" (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
- "Luminous mind, bright devil/ of absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:/ here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,/ far from the savage city's delirium" (Pablo Neruda)
jan 16 2018 ∞
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