April 2012
48 posts
March 2012
38 posts
mythologyofblue:
Tonight I think no poetry will serve -Adrienne Rich
(armenotti)
“my chest is a birdcage
where two canaries perch,
chirp, and preen their...”
– Jeanann Verlee, a boy named Never (via aliszoob)
Apostle Town by Anne Carson
ahuntersheart:
After your death. It was windy every day. Every day. Opposed us like a wall. We went. Shouting sideways at one another. Along the road it was useless. The spaces between. Us got hard they are. Empty spaces and yet they. Are solid and black. And grievous as gaps. Between the teeth. Of an old woman you. Knew years ago. When she was. Beautiful the nerves pouring around in her like...
ahuntersheart:
rabbit-light always posts beautiful poems. Like this one: Love Poem
When you fall in love, you jockey your horse into the flaming barn. You hire a cabin on the shiny Titanic. You tease the black bear. Reading the Monitor, you scan the obituaries looking for your name.
Donald Hall
corcordium:
In California — JOANNA NEWSOM
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Aviary
rabbit-light:
A cold moon rises over glittering cages & you fasten the lock on each silver door. The sparrows are nesting & I begin to count the buttons on your black wool coat. My eyes adrift along its luminous satin inlay. Now the night has been opened like a box of exotic blue canaries & I’m brushing feathers from my long dark sleeves. You smile as the song rises, hesitant, in my...
