Ocean Vuong, “A Letter To My Mother That She Will Never Read” / @/emilyrcwilson / Zaina Alsous, “On Longing,”

في الحنين، لا فرق بين يوم أو عام أو عقد أو عمر، فحجم الاشتياق يفوق فكرة الزمن.

In nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.

- Gibran Khalil Gibran

Kuan Tao-Sheng, ‘Married Love’, from Women Poets of China by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung (@atomictangerine) transcript

laura gilpin / the triassic cuddle / the lovers of voldaro / atticus / rainer maria rilke / pompeii’s embracing figures / mary oliver

we are each other’s
harvest:
we are each other’s
business:
we are each other’s
magnitude and bond.

— Gwendolyn Brooks, from “Paul Robeson,” in The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks

“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”

— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking

Aiskhylos, from Agamemnon; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia

Text ID: And the grace of the gods / [...] / is a grace that comes by violence.

Boris Pasternak, in a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva on March 25th, 1926; featured in Letters: Summer 1926

Text ID: At last I am with you. Since all is clear to me and I believe in fate, there is no need for me to speak.

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. January 1950 (translated by Velma García-Gorena)