“i knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
when small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
the shapes a bright container can contain!
of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
or english poets who grew up on greek
(i’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)”
theodore roethke
(via youngmanandoldsoul)
“your grief is as great as your splendor was:
some god is weighing the one out equal to the other.”
hekabe, euripides
(via vaere)
“at night i dream that you and i are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.”
excerpt from “rain,” pablo neruda
(via greenlikebathwater)
“was never true love loved in vain
for truest love is highest gain.
no art can make it: it must spring
where elements are fostering.
so in heaven’s spot and hour
springs the little native flower;
downward root and upward eye,
shapen by the earth and sky.”
middlemarch, george eliot
(via scribbles-and-wanderlust)
“i remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
where were you then?
who else was there?
saying what?
why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when i am sad and feel you are far away?”
excerpt from “we have lost even,” pablo neruda
(via pompompom)
“i love you much (most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
—sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life) the true time of year—
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing (or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone’s heart at your each
nearness) everyone certainly would (my
most beautiful darling) believe in nothing but love”
ee cummings
(via the-cutest-of-couples)
“of everything i have seen,
it’s you i want to go on seeing:
of everything i’ve touched,
it’s your flesh i want to go on touching.”
amor, pablo neruda
(via tealcheesecake)
“what wonder have you done to me?
in binding love you set me free.”
wendell berry
(via dudleyworl)
“how delicious is the winning
of a kiss at love’s beginning,
when two mutual hearts are sighing
for the knot there’s no untying!”
freedom and love, thomas campbell
(via ignitelight)
“i have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
i’ve planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine;
but the cottage to me is a mere hermit’s cell, love,
and the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.”
don’t tell the world that you’re waiting for me, eliza cook
(via dudleyworl)
(via illgoglistening)
(via storehousesladenwithsnow)
“come
home.”
the shortest and sweetest of songs, george macdonald
(via its-f0rever)
