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a-poets-darling · 10 days
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In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).
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a-poets-darling · 3 months
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@lovesdaya
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a-poets-darling · 7 months
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"September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret."
- Albert Camus
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a-poets-darling · 11 months
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"And then, one fairy night, May became June."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
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a-poets-darling · 11 months
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Janet Fitch, from White Oleander  
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a-poets-darling · 11 months
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But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.
John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters
(It's been all too long since I have posted but I am alive and well too . I missed you people I hope you missed me too)
(all too real photo dump)
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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Enlighten me if you may..
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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—Frida Kahlo
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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i went to the intersection of desire and suffering and everybody knew you
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None of Nature’s landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.
ig credit: parkingonthewildside.
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”, Blue Horses
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
(from John Updike's My Father's Tears and Other Stories)
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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can you suggest to me the best poetry PDF books?
I really like poetries of Emily Dickinson but I'm not sure if it's available in Pdf. There is also one by Pablo Neruda names twenty love poems .
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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She said nothing with her voice and everything with her caring touch.
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a-poets-darling · 1 year
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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "What I Did Wrong"
Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy
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