"She was already unbound, like loosened hair, / surrendered like falling rain, / and generously offered to all creation."

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Rika Lesser, from “Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

"

Nobody plans to be a ghost.

Later on, the young people sit in the kitchen.

Soon enough, they’ll be the ones
to stumble Excuse me and quickly withdraw.
But they don’t know that.
No one can ever know that.

"

— Jane Hirshfield, Things Keep Sorting Themselves  (via sleeplesslyembracing)

"Three weeks longing […]
Three weeks finding you in me in new places."

— Anne Michaels, from ‘Three Weeks’, Skin Divers (via soracities)

"the softness of your foundation—your spine, your searching fingertips, your hope."

— Bianca Sparacino, For The Girls With Broken Hearts, Don’t Be Afraid To Love Again
(via weltenwellen)

"

The girl I was
now in my memory
among my dead.

On tears she’ll feed for a thousand years.
On exile the sound of her voice.

"

— Alejandra Pizarnik, excerpt from ‘Approximations, Buenos Aires 1956-1958′, Selected Poems (trans. Cecilia Rossi)

"And so my whole life passes
Here on this field of fire"

— Vasko Popa, from ‘The Wolf Bastard’, Collected Poems, 1943-1976 (trans. Anne Pennington)