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Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff
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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
– Blake is Blake
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. -
mümkün mü dansı dansçıdan ayırmak?
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stars=eyes
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
– Charles Bukowski (via zeventien)(via doegewooniets)
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(via elifpaksoy)
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
watching (with my now-long-dead cousin) planes scooping over fields, leaving pesticide over the plain carpeted by cotton plants.
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may day 2012, ankara
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A body wishes to be held, & held, & what
Can you do about that?—“In the City of Light” by Larry Levis
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a lyric by frances horovitz
this morning
he walks naked
in front of me
last night
slept easily
by my side
these more precious
than declaration
or mating—
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If the poet dies or forgets his beloved, he murders her.
– -Jahan Ramazani. Poetry of Mourning: The Modern Elegy from Hardy to Heaney -
Often when I imagine you
– Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via frenchtwist)
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest. -
“Won’t Get to Heaven” by Spiritualized
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from “Stations” by Ted Hughes
You are a wild look—out of an egg
Laid by your absence.
In the great Emptiness you sit complacent,
Blackbird in wet snow.
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aya bakmak
otobüsten inince elimde olmadan bakakaldım gökyüzüne. kesilmiş yoğurt gibi göğe yayılmış bulutlar aydınlatıyordu ortalığı. refüjde kalakaldım.
derken kayaların arasına sığınmış o gümüşi yengeç, o parlak madeni 5 kuruş büyüklüğündeki ay çıkıverdi utangaç gözleri ve iddialı avurtlarıyla. donup kalmıştım. utanıyordum gökteki kadar! durdu hayat ve soluğunu tuttu semtteki bütün canlılar.
önümde giden kız cep telefonuyla videoya çekiyordu gökyüzünü.
fısıldadım aya: “seni seviyorum.”
-ağzımda 30 küsur yıllık çağla tadı!
