latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

— Charles Bukowski, from “Screams From the Balcony.”

(via typewriter-worries)

flowerytale:

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

flowerytale:

Wendy Cope, “From June to December: Summer Villanelle”

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Anne Carson, from “Red Doc>.”

— Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra.”

louisegluck:

ALT

Mary Oliver, from “Lead.” [ID in alt text]

(via typewriter-worries)

luthienne:

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; “Memory I” (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]

typewriter-worries:

quiet-nostalgia-deactivated2021:

Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

[ Text ID: I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I / am too far away, am banished, ]

typewriter-worries:

elfreys:

—Richard Siken,“Straw House, Straw Dog”, from “Crush”

[ Text ID: You are a fever I am learning to live with, and / everything is happening / at the wrong end of a very long tunnel. ] 

typewriter-worries:

godsopenwound:

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Flight”, This Way to the Sugar

[ Text ID: In a dream my love / buries me alive. ]