once tamed

metaphorformetaphor:

This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person about his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me.

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (Da Capo Press, 2005)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

You with the Crack Running Through You



I can seep in, I can dry clear.
And yes it would still be there.
And no I couldn’t hold you forever.
But isn’t it drafty at night,
alone in that canyon
with the wind of the mind
dragging its debris—
I wanted to put
my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin …
—but I understand. There are limits
to love. Here is a flower
that needs no water.
It can grow anywhere,
nourished on nothing.
And yes.

Kim Addonizio

Thank you, fluttering-slips

All right, so I exaggerate, and
in bad taste. Let’s say Love has put away its balance,
tape measure, and nails and is poking around in its tin
lunch pail. So how can I measure how much I love you?
Except the way the willow measures the universe.
Except the way your hair is tangled among the stars.
The way the turtle’s shell reflects the night’s sky.
I’m not counting on anything anymore.
Richard Jackson, from “No Turn on Red,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

(Source: apoetreflects, via missinglight)

Being comfortable with the way you write is a matter of safety. Things that are safe don’t typically grow, expand, & flourish an abundance. They just stay the same, become bland, and exhaust a useless existence.

Art should be a catalyzing anxiety.

(via r-ybanez)

(Source: the-art-of-misdirection, via missinglight)

liquidnight:

Jules Gervais Courtellemont
Arcades along the main street in Morella, Spain, 1928
Autochrome
[via National Geographic]

liquidnight:

Jules Gervais Courtellemont

Arcades along the main street in Morella, Spain, 1928

Autochrome

[via National Geographic]

pinkprincess17:

fern—hill:

You Can Close Your Eyes//Joni Mitchell and James Taylor