#there's poetry in death
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feral-ballad · 1 year ago
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Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza
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literaturereads · 3 months ago
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"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”
- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"
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grendel-menz · 6 months ago
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A navigation of some adult relationships
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letallthetrashraindown · 5 months ago
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@judas-redeemed / Wilhelm Schulz, “All Soul’s Day” / Neil Hilborn, “Our Numbered Days” /@petfurniture / Hugo Simberg , “The Garden of Death” / Ramona Ausubel
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daweyt · 8 months ago
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Thomas Mann, from “Death in Venice”, originally published c. 1912.
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girlfictions · 1 year ago
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Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)
Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.
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mournfulroses · 28 days ago
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Cesare Pavese, translated by Roberta Payne, from "Death Will Come,"
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thatweirdguyinthebushes · 6 months ago
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"if i was orpheus i simply wouldn't have turned around" if you didn't love her enough to turn around, you didn't love her enough to crawl through the underworld to save her. if you could prevent yourself from looking back, you wouldn't be trying to bring her back to life. if you were able to look forward, you would be grieving.
"if I was orpheus I simply wouldn't have turned around" if you don't love her enough to turn around, you aren't orpheus.
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usefulquotes7 · 5 months ago
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When death finds you, may it find you alive -African Proverb
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clementartz · 11 months ago
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm hiiiiii turned a vaguely homoerotic poem i made about a mosquito i didn't want to kill into. this. yay 👍
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thecosmoswhispers · 1 year ago
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Shelter dogs are still just dogs. You are still a dog. You still love.
— quote from a piece someone rewrote.
i'll add credits asap! (i say, about every recent web weave i post)
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paradoxarchive · 2 years ago
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i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)
arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin
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chaiaurchaandni · 1 year ago
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the last poem written by a Palestinian martyr
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read the full poem here!! <3
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grendel-menz · 2 years ago
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my farm girl blues
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Horace Vernet (1789-1863) "The Ballad of Lenore, or The Dead Travel Fast" Oil on canvas The painting is inspired by the ballad Lenore (1774) written by German author Gottfried August Bürger. In the poem, it is the end of the Seven Years' War, and Lenore is waiting for her fiancé; he appears in the night on a black horse, promising to marry her before dawn. But upon arriving at the cemetery, the horse rider is revealed to be a skeleton wearing armor.
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sageandscorpiongrass · 1 year ago
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Have you ever thought about losing your brother?
me vs. making webweaves on dying and family. really this was just an excuse to think about killing flies.
Killing Flies, Michael Dickman | Separation, W.S. Merwin | Eurydice, Ocean Vuong | It, Stephen King | Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A Milne | Fading Kitten Syndrome, ROAR | Quote via. Maurice Sendak | A Meeting, Wendell Berry | Anguish, August Friedrich Schenck | West Wind I, Mary Oliver | Planet of Love, Richard Siken | Quote via. C.C, Aurel | Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk | The Living to the Dead, Käthe Kollwitz | Quote via Fortesa Latifi | Antigonick, Anne Carson | Killing Flies, Michael Dickman (cont.)
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