lifeinpoetry:

The thinking
Of you where you are a blank
To be filled

— Mary Jo Bang, from “You Were You Are Elegy,” published in Poetry

oftalonsandteeth:

““I know that I am falling in a love so grand, it will change my name.””

— Lauren Zuniga

gravellyrun:

“I heard a poet say this. That darkness doesn’t come down but rises up. And he was right. It gets the ankles first.”

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly from ‘Three Cows and the Moon’

greydiente:

“The body has been made so problematic for women that it has often seemed easier to shrug it off and travel as a disembodied spirit.”

— Adrienne Rich; “Of Woman Born”

hush-syrup:

“More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees that really gets to me. When all the shock of white and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath, the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin growing over whatever winter did to us, a return to the strange idea of continuous living despite the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then, I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.”

— Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limon