#Sanna Wani

[smokefalls]

I want to feel small in front of an ocean with you.

Sanna Wani, "winter" from My Grief, the Sun

[havingapoemwithyou]

sorrow is a promise by Sanna Wani

[lamentofspring]

all of us strangers (2023), adam & harry / portrait of a boy with grief, wale ayinla / sonnet of the wreath of roses, federico garcia lorca / an oresteia, anne carson / dancing with ghosts, hania rani & patrick wilson / every poem is a child of love, marina tsvetaeva / meditation: my grief, the sun, sanna wani

[dk-thrive]

Once someone touched my jaw so softly I cried. Once someone held my hand so lightly I wept -

— Sanna Wani, from “Meditation” in "My Grief, the Sun" (House of Anansi Press, April 5, 2022)

[darkacademiaposts]

Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.

Sanna Wani, from "Princess Mononoke (1997)", My Grief, the Sun

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

"Pour water over each wound," what about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? "Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me."

Sanna Wani

[vvvitch]

conscious uncoupling

ee cummings "i carry your heart with me (i carry it in" // daniel gerhartz "compassion" // regina spektor "samson" // hozier "francesca" // bon iver "perth" // searows "walk me home" // federico garcia lorca "sonnet of the wreath of roses" // danny schmidt "this too shall pass" // patd "folkin around" // waxahatchee "swan dive" // sanna wani "sorrow is a promise"

[lillyli-74]

Sorrow is a promise I make without sense. It sounds like a prayer. It circles my memory.

~Sanna Wani

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

even the wood whispers by Sanna Wani

[emiliosandozsequence]

ink (2009) dir. jamin winans / my grief, the sun, 'meditation', sanna wani / each crumbling house, melody s. gee / grit: a poetry collection, silas denver melvin / a lover's discourse, roland barthes / on the pulse of morning, maya angelou / march 13, 1915 - franz kafka diaries / you better be lightning, andrea gibson / fyodor dostoevsky / unknown

[thedepressedkiddo]

Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.

Sanna Wani, from "Princess Mononoke (1997)", My Grief, the Sun

[smokefalls]

and I imagine / she couldn’t have found the words in any language / for the longing in her chest.

Sanna Wani, "I Remember an Incident Where My Mother Begs Me" from My Grief, the Sun

[havingapoemwithyou]

joy is a promise by Sanna Wani

[angelfigure]

“tomorrow is a place we are together” — sanna wani

[caritasangelus]

on losing the people you love, and coping with it in different forms

cellophane by fka twigs // lately i am trying by sanna wani // sad day by fka twigs // the greatest colors for the emptiest parts of the world by carl phillips // mirrored heart by fka twigs // seafoam knife by @caritasangelus // montage by bares // sculpture by khalil chishtee

[wonderness]

From The Practice of Time by Sanna Wani