“We have somehow remained alive, breathless and senseless. But with the long ache of nightfall comes permission to be still. (…)”— Joanna Klink, from Night Sky in “The Nightfields”
“Tell me how to live so many lives at once.”— 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East by Naomi Shihab Nye
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Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt
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“You and I are alike, I fell from the sky
just like you, and the world keeps causing me grief.”]
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“In the songs there are windows: enough for blossoms to explode. I leave jasmine in the vase; I leave my young heart / in my mother’s cupboard; I leave my dream, laughing, in water; / I leave the dawn in the honey of the figs; I leave my day and my / yesterday / in the passage to the Square of the Orange where doves fly.”
—Agha Shahid Ali, ‘I want from love only the beginning’, from The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems of Agha Shahid Ali
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via hplyrikz)
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“How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.”— Michael Ondaatje (via quotemadness)
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