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deerfriend:

there’s a mildly disturbing poem on the wikipedia page about verb phrases

deerfriend:

there’s a mildly disturbing poem on the wikipedia page about verb phrases

It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.

To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will

have touched.

T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”  

badwolfcomplex:

“And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us”

(Source: chasingtailfeathers)

In the middle of “Song of Myself,” Whitman suddenly says: “Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?” That’s such a great line, because it trains us how to read his poem. Don’t look for a Statement of Purpose, he says. Instead consider that a poem has no more or less purpose than rain, or a stone.
I dwell in possibility; a fairer house than prose

Emily Dickinson

Master of Design candidate, Jiyeon Song, has created this amazing interactive pavilion out of little more than perforated panels. The specific arrangements of the perforations reveal different shadow-poems according to the solar calendar: a theme of new-life during the summer solstice, a reflection on the passing of time at the period of the winter solstice…

The perforated boards project light without electricity, and is instead ‘solar powered.’ Within the pavilion, the poem can be seen between 8 AM and 4PM. The poem consists of 5 lines with each line lasting about an hour.”

(via One Day Poem Pavilion by Jiyeon Song Most Popular Posts | Apartment Therapy)

We are hurt into beauty.
And you, up in the balcony, rising
to your feet, applauding fiercely, look
down at what your own hands are doing.

Paul Hostovsky, from “The Violence of Violins” (via proustitute)

The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.

GK Chesterton (via the-random-quotes)

(Source: observando)

When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.

Osho (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: whimsicalele)

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

Andrea Gibson, Yarn (via rainydaysandblankets)

(Source: whiskeyrivers)

tatteredcover:

1996 winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, Polish poet Wisława Szymborska passed away on Feb 1, 2012, at the age 88. RIP:  workman:  hmhpoetry:

A Note 

Life is the only way 

to get covered in leaves, 

catch your breath on the sand, 

rise on wings; 

to be a dog, 

or stroke its warm fur; 

to tell pain 

from everything it’s not; 

to squeeze inside events, 

dawdle in views, 

to seek the least of all possible mistakes. 

An extraordinary chance 

to remember for a moment 

a conversation held 

with the lamp switched off; 

and if only once 

to stumble upon a stone, 

end up soaked in one downpour or another, 

mislay your keys in the grass; 

and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; 

and to keep on not knowing 

something important. 

~Wisława Szymborska

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