#dulce maria loynaz

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...

absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // boyish, japanese breakfast // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Saint-Malo.

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“She goes to the sea, she comes from the sea, and tiny seas grow calm in the warmth of her chest, sleeping like doves. / […] / She is all air, all gentle waters. A memory of salt, of lost horizons, and the soaking of every wave. The foam left by a shipwreck clings to her waist and the tips of wings send a shiver up her spine.”

— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “CI” (via andrumedus)

[alive on all channels]

[regidaxneptuno]

[kamas-corner]

Yo no quisiera ser más que un estanque verdinegro, tranquilo y hondo: uno de esos estanques que en un rincón obscuro de silencioso parque, se duermen a la sombra tibia y buena de los árboles. ¡Ver mis aguas azules en la aurora, y luego ensangrentarse en la mostruosa herida del ocaso…! Y para siempre estarme impasible, serena, recogida, para ver en mis aguas reflejarse el cielo, el sol, la luna, las estrellas, la luz, la sombra, el vuelo de las aves… ¡Ah el encanto del agua inmóvil, fría! Yo no quisiera ser más que un estanque.

-Dulce Maria Loynaz / Los estanques

[adamcgrathwithfinger]

"No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando"

"I do not name you; but you are in me like the music in the nightingale's throat though it is not singing"

Dulce María Loynaz

[deepseaidyll]

i never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale‘s throat even when it‘s not singing.

— dulce maría loynaz

[abellinthecupboard]

XXV

　And I said to the pebbles, I know you are fallen stars. 　Hearing this they lit up, and for a moment they shone—they were able to shine—like stars.

Dulce Maria Loynaz, Poems Without Names (1953)

[violettesiren]

There was a lull in the pain. I fled from it as if I were fleeing a wolf suddenly taken with sleep. But when it wakes, it will pick up my scent and follow my trail. I know this. And it doesn’t matter where I hide, it will know how to find me, and when it does, it will pounce on a body too weary to resist it. Why must I be the preyed upon? Why does its mouth water every time it spots me? I have no blood to slake its savage thirst and I carry nothing in my saddlebags but the echoes of dreams grown cold. Where did I lose my way? I can’t remember. What flowers did I step on pretending I didn’t see them? Before me the great jungle grows dense.

from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems by Dulce María Loynaz (Translated by James O’Conner)

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[hvwks]

katsuki bakugou & izuku midoriya: webweaving.

emily bronte - wuthering heights // grief lessons - anne carson // unknown // unknown // the illuminated rumi - mawlana jalal-al-din rumi // nothing's new - rio romeo // tumblr user nothingbutloveforyou // crush - richard siken // poem lix - dulce sue maria loynaz // sue zhao // nikita gill // privilege - beau taplin //soft human - emery allen // the pillowcase - annelyse gellman // follow you - bring me the horizon

[lunamonchtuna]

— Dulce Maria Loynaz (tr. james o'connor), from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems

[garnetaldebaran]

Dulce Maria Loynaz - Time

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"You will find me when you return even if you are a thousand years late."

- Dulce Maria Loynaz, from poem LIX ( tr. by James O'Connor)

[yaya-tchoum]

I will caress the wind and smile at the darkness just in case you're looking at me in the darkness or kissing me in the wind.

~•Dulce Maria Loynaz•~

#Dulce Maria Loynaz, Absolute Solitude trad. James O' Connor #Jean Cocteau

[dakota-zen]

《Quiéreme entera》

Si me quieres, quiéreme entera,

no por zonas de luz o sombra…

Si me quieres, quiéreme negra

y blanca, Y gris, verde, y rubia,

y morena…

Quiéreme día,

quiéreme noche…

¡Y madrugada en la ventana abierta!…

Si me quieres, no me recortes:

¡Quiéreme toda… O no me quieras.

Dulce Maria Loynaz

[canesenzafissadimora]

Se mi ami, amami tutta:

non per zone di luce o d'ombra.

Amami giorno;

amami notte...

È alba alla finestra aperta!

Se mi ami, non mi ritagliare:

amami tutta...

o non mi amare.

Dulce Maria Loynaz