Distance — is not the Realm of Fox
Nor by Relay of Bird
Abated — Distance is
Until thyself, Beloved
-Emily Dickinson, c.1870
In @MorganLibrary collection
#everynightapoem
@CPBlr Sir. Can you help have this dog rushed to the hospital? She has been ran over a third time. I'm failing to get any way to transport her to any emergency hospital.
You inch your head up toward mine
where your eyes brighten, intense,
as though I were observer and you
a doppled source...
— Christopher Gilbert, Across the Mutual Landscape
I climbed towards you on a ray of moonlight
that filtered through a hole in my straw-thatched house
When I had reached the smiling arch of your mouth among the
stars
you came to me
open under the sea of your body the heaving wave under my body
— Emmanuel Dongala
I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter that would tell
of this desire
to see you
of this fear
of losing you
of this more than benevolence that I feel
of this indefinable ill that pursues me
of this yearning to which I live in total
surrender.
— Antonio Jacinto
"When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe."
— JeffreyMcDaniel, The Quiet World; from The Forgiveness Parade
"I hope reincarnation is real.
I hope that these petty crimes cause me to be reborn as a lesser creature.
I hope we are reborn as flies.
So that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to." — Jared Singer… https://t.co/U2gX28dOBK
"I loved you so sincerely, so fondly,
Likewise may someone love you next." 🖋️ Alexander Pushkin, 'I Loved You'
This poem reflects the true expression of love, which is the willingness to let go despite obvious… https://t.co/o8pRmnMiwi
"Last night I dreamed of X again
She's like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I'm glad." ~ Tony Hoagland, 'A… https://t.co/t39r9IWmzp
Waiting for you, the hands of the watch go from right
to left
to a time without a place.
Waiting for you, I didn't wait for you.
I waited for eternity. ~ Mahmoud Darwish, 'Ramallah' (2002) trans. by Ramsis Amun… https://t.co/zoToufVRfr
In parting from you, my lady,
My heart does not know if the body goes,
For I am always drawn towards you, by my soul,
By the great desire that enflames me
I blaze and burn for your love. ~ Jean Froissart in 'An… https://t.co/yyiZC15tHs
“The most beautiful sea
hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child
hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days
we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven't said yet.” —… https://t.co/Nee5iszcTM
"Body is a thing that you have to leave eventually. You know because you have seen others do it, others who were once like you,
living inside their pile of bones and flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
leaning in… https://t.co/FY9HvfU39e
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
The theme of this poem is a melancholic reality - death, which was preceeded by a longing, for whom it has come as nothing… https://t.co/eJPAHu29cf
"They obey a third body they have in common.
They have made a promise to love that body." ~ Robert Bly .
.
This poem originally titled "A Third Body,” was retitled “A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other” in Bly's… https://t.co/ewxhqtTElQ
"The truth is this: My love for you is the only empire I will ever build. When it falls, as all empires do, my career in empire building will be over."
— Mindy Nettifee
#mindynettifee#lovepoems#heartbreak https://t.co/JehSz6QPUk
Is missing you this much part of the plan,
with morning lust, one-sided afternoon
conversations, evening meals?
— Marilyn Hacker, "Love, Death, And The Changing of the Seasons"