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You are the best part of all the songs I love.
Iain Thomas - 'I Wrote This For You'
“I melt at your glances and become music.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “A River Dies of Thirst”
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As with nature, there is something about love that remains ineffable, that stands outside or above language. This is so often where we—poets, lovers—fail-we use too many words, or too few words, or words that we think will tell someone how we feel but are ultimately unsuccessful. In love poetry, as in nature poetry, the challenge is double: even if we could see the other, how could we successfully communicate that experience? Poets are constantly gesturing towards the ineffable, arranging our words so that they make or represent something beyond human language.
Annick MacAskill, from “To Say, To Kiss, To See: Notes on Love Poetry”
Eileen Murphy(American, b.1981)
Constellation 2023 Oil on panel 12” X 12” via
Starry Night - Co Westerik , 1996,
Dutch, 1924 - 2018
Tempera en Alkyd and oil on panel, 60 x 75 cm.
Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "We Walk on the Bridge" (trans. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
[Text ID: So let love be an unknown, and / the unknown a kind of love. How strange / to believe this and still love!]
Light & Shade XXV by Kelly Sereda on Flickr

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us, over time, passing by.
Joan Brull - Crepúsculo (detail)
This dream was addressed to you like a letter.
— Jean Paulhan, from “The Crossed Bridge,” Progress in Love on the Slow Side (University of Nebraska Press, 1994)
The light will bring you home (II).
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Geographies of Light, Lisa Suhair Majaj
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
~Hal Borland~