#favourite poems

[abrighterspark]

sound of slow eternal toil churning gears and turning soil planting seeds, leave to ripe end the day feeling wiped

begin again, the next day new another year, another you save the parts you want to keep repair the heart that cracks and creaks

[lonelychambersofmyheart]

"PHIL KAYE performs "TEETH""

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[womens-art]

Lisa Olstein, "Dear One Absent This Long While" from Radio Crackling, Radio Gone

[youllalwaysfindyourwaybackhome]

The Cuckoo Song/Sumer is i-cumen in (anon. ~1300s)

Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.

Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu.

Sumer is i-cumen in -

Lhude sing, cuccu!

Groweth sed and bloweth med

And springth the wude nu.

Sing, cuccu!

Awe bleteth after lomb,

Lhouth after calve cu,

Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth -

Murie sing, cuccu!

Cuccu, cuccu.

Wel singes thu, cuccu.

Ne swik thu naver nu!

(copied from The Norton Anthology of Poetry, ed. Margaret Ferguson, Mary Jo Salter, and Jon Stallworthy. *My attempt* at a modern translation to modern English based on their text) below!

Sing, cuckoo, now. Sing, cuckoo.

Sing, cuckoo. Sing, cuckoo, now.

Summer is coming in -

Loudly sing, cuckoo!

Seed is growing and fields are blooming

And the woods are budding now.

Sing, cuckoo!

Ewes bleat after their lambs,

Cows low after their calves,

Bullocks leap, bucks fart(? contested translation)

Merrily sing, cuckoo!

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

You sing well, cuckoo.

Don't ever stop now!

[greencheekconure27]

(just something this reminded me of)

The Mask

'Put off that mask of burning gold

With emerald eyes.'

'O no, my dear, you make so bold

To find if hearts be wild and wise,

And yet not cold.'

'I would but find what's there to find,

Love or deceit.'

'It was the mask engaged your mind,

And after set your heart to beat,

Not what's behind.'

'But lest you are my enemy,

I must enquire.'

'O no, my dear, let all that be;

What matter, so there is but fire

In you, in me?'

W.B.Yeats

Thomas Blackshear II (b. 1955), Intimacy

[soracities]

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, from "Lamps" (trans. Sarah Maguire & Sabry Hafez), My Voice: A Decade of Poems from the Poetry Translation Centre (ed. Sarah Maguire) [ID'd]

[downbadegirltradwife]

[orpheuslament]

do yall know about this

[thesafesexfairy]

I got voice, you got voice

All God's Children got voice.

I'm gonna sing out loud,

Dance and be proud

That it's a blessing,

Not a choice

hey reblog this with a piece of your favorite poem, please

[girlfictions]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

[homosherb]

[lonelychambersofmyheart]

[metamorphesque]

my favourite poems by ... Anna Akhmatova

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

Everything

Requiem

The Sentence

In Human Closeness There ...

I Wrung My Hands

Last Toast

The Guest

I Was Born In The Right Time

You'll Live, But I'll Not

For Osip Mandelstam

In Dream

Muse

You Will Hear Thunder

To The Many

[mxmorbidmidnight]

“Each shell the sea coughs up looks like nothing more than a dull rock to eyes not blind but not seeing”

“A heart so wounded that a few more blades don’t make a difference”

Truly beautiful writing.

SMALL- an original poem