Nikki Giovanni, FromMirrors

Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”

[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]

Ocean

I am in love with Ocean lifting her thousands of white hats in the chop of the storm, or lying smooth and blue, the loveliest bed in the world. In the personal life, there is

always grief more than enough, a heart-load for each of us on the dusty road. I suppose there is a reason for this, so I will be patient, acquiescent. But I will live nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting equally in all the blast and welcome of her sorrowless, salt self.

The Crane Wife by CJ Hauser

“If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.”

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants (2013, p. 359)

hi :) i love your blog so very much. i can’t sleep and im feeling horrifically anxious and i was wondering if you have any words that i can use to wrap myself around. anything that feels like being held ♡

Callista Buchen, “Taking Care”

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things”

Kim Hye Rim

“Come, let’s stand by the window and look out / at the light on the field. / Let’s watch how / the clouds cover the the sun and almost nothing / stirs in the grass.”

Danusha Laméris, The Moons of August; “Thinking”

Heather Christle, “Then We Are in Agreement”

Holly Warburton

Ross Gay, from The Book of Delights 

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica

Ben McLaughlin, The Train

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Joy Harjo, from “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet”

early loves, a primer 💌

“In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”

— Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nouva

“When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.”

— Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos

“We talked as if we had parted only the day before, as if we had known each other for many years.”

— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

— The Beatles, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”

“Just by existing and by letting me speak to you, you give me an immense amount. You are infinitely rich where I am concerned; entirely clear and captivating. I love you extremely and how it eases my heart to be able to say so.”

— Iris Murdoch, in a letter to Michael Oakeshott

“I feel met by you, he says afterwards. It’s weird. (That’s exactly what it feels like. I felt met by him the first time I saw him. I felt met by him all the times we weren’t even able to meet each other’s eyes.)” 

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis)

“How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden, wonderful happiness, how much I am all yours–with all my memories, poems, outbursts, inner whirlwinds? Or explain that I cannot write a word without hearing how you will pronounce it–and can’t recall a single trifle I’ve lived through without regret–so sharp!–that we haven’t lived through it together–whether it’s the most, the most personal, intransmissable–or only some sunset or other at the bend of a road–you see what I mean, my happiness?”

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra

— Benjamine Alire Saenz, Aristotle and dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. / I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot juice, blackberries and quince.”

— Nizar Qabbani, A Green Lantern on Damascus’ Door

“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought–and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra 

— Lorde, “400 Lux”

“You know, when I start telling you something by saying, ‘I was thinking about what you said about … ,’ it always gives me pleasure to say that, to let you know that I was brooding on your words. And I think the pleasure is … well, I know how much I love it when you say ‘I was thinking about what you said about …’ It’s somehow as though the part of you that’s in me will be able to nourish the part of me that’s in you, or-something-I don’t know how to put it. But that there’s some circuit of reciprocity between these holding relations: your ability to hold me inside you, and mine to hold you inside me.”

— Eve Sedgwick, A Dialogue on Love

“There wasn’t anything mean about him. I don’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you. How could a guy live without some meanness?”

— Benjamine Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”

— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West

“Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“I saw her smile so close to my eyes that there was nothing but to see but the smile, and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before, who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once?”

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

— Laura Marris, “Tell Me Gently”

“The thing is, Iphis and Ianthe  had actually, for real, very really, fallen in love. Did their hearts hurt? I said. Did they feel like they were underwater all the time? Did they feel scoured by light? Did they wander about not knowing what to do with themselves? Yes, Robin said. All of that. And more.”

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

“You are all the colours in one, at full brightness.”

— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

“Arwen: Do you remember when we first met? Aragorn: I thought I had wandered into a dream.”

— Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

— Labi Siffre, “Bless the Telephone”

“This hour I tell things in confidence, / I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.”

— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”

”When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.”

— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories

“[Bridge:] But we’re both a long way from home We got the windows down, the radio’s on, always [Verse 2:] I wrote a letter to the sky saying maybe one day you’ll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. My girl found it in the car and said baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me? Cause you know you’re my baby, you know you’re my baby, ooh I’m not just in it for the pride, in it for the ride, yeah…”

— Frank Ocean, “Acura Integurl”

— Cat Power, “Sea of Love”