Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Oratani, from The Ink Dark Moon Love Poems by Ono No Komachi and Izumi Shikibu

If You Love That Lady, Maya C. Popa

Coming to Writing, Hélène Cixous

Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio

Jenny Holzer, White Text: Arno 1996

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

ma, sì, rosa e oro, 2013 & impasto di colore rosa, tuttotondo by ettore spalletti, 2010 via crystal__voyager

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

by Luyao Wu

Crush by Ada Limón

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Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire

lowkey one of the most affecting sentences i have ever read. I have never been able to get it out of my head and i dont understand what it is trying to convey at all.

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems

Apple zine! With a little poem I wrote

— Sufjan Stevens, Enchanting Ghost

Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich