February 2012
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… we have become the present.
We must talk now. Fear
Is fear. But we abandon...
– George Oppen, from “Leviathan” (via proustitute)
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Of all your old photographs, I wanted
this one for its becoming. I think
you...
– Gabeba Baderoon, from “Old Photographs” (via proustitute)
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The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,...
– Billy Collins, from “Silence” (via proustitute)
Whatever we say
we know there is another
language under this one
– W. S. Merwin, from “To the Tongue” in Present Company (via proustitute)
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For Beatrice -
No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.
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Bless
something small
but infinite
and quiet.
There are senses
make an...
– Robert Creeley, “A Prayer” (via proustitute)
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How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
– William Carlos Williams, from “A Love Song” (via proustitute)
January 2012
88 posts
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The beauty of things must be that they end.
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
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Rest well, Etta.