When a poem is really finished, you can't change anything. You can't move words around. You can't say, 'In other words, you mean.' No, that's not it. There are no other words in which you mean it. This is it.

—W. S. Merwin

Anna Kühn-Cichocka, Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from ‘On rainy days...’, tr. Sarah Lawson & Malgorzata Koraszweska

TEXT ID: the dust danced in the light of a candle sometimes a floorboard creaked or a spring moaned spiders spun stories about ghosts and fear had bigger and bigger eyes

| being gay is holy |

Yehuda Alharizi, Boys: Two Poems // Peter Wever // Peter Wever // Hozier, Take Me To Church // Abdi Nazemian, Like A Love Story // Nikita Gill, Great Goddesses // Doug and Telisha Williams, LOVE is Not a Sin //Peter Wever // Peter Wever // Cathleen Falsani, Love is greater than faith // Shams-Al-Din Mohammad Hafez , Hafiz On Love // The Lumineers, Sleep on the Floor

“What is success? It is being able to go to bed each night with your soul at peace.”

— Paulo Coelho
(via metrosouthern)

            I woke up with so much love for you
It doesn’t matter where I am

I am making eggs

    The sun is warming my just-shaved head
    like your hand when sometimes
                                       it rests there

— Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field