August 2011
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To a Stranger
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has...
“Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The...”
– Walt Whitman, “Recorders Ages Hence”
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“Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and...”
– Walt Whitman
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“But we know that poetry makes things happen. In the long run, look at the...”
– Philip Levine, from an interview with The Atlantic. April 8, 1999. (via bookoasis)
“I love the dark hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep.
I...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from A Book for the Hours in Prayer, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute) 