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Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)
Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem
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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “On punching the dude who tried to pull me out of the pit:”
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Marie-Helene Bertino
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Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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“I wanted a marriage that could save my life.”
— The Short Poem Series by Royla Asghar
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Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Lament to Our Lady of the Evenings,"
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April 22, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
Source: shi-saa
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Ibn Al-Qayyim رحمه الله said:
“How strange does it seem, that these tests which weigh a ton on our chest today will one day elevate us. Elevate us so high, that we will thank Allah. We will thank Him for testing us, for loving us and for giving us more than anyone could imagine.”
[Al-Fawa’id | Pg. 119]
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Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Lament of Springtime,"
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“What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?” “One is a choice, and one is not.”
— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein
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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
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i do, often, think of that quote from wislawa szymborska talking about love and the inexplicability of some of it. "great love is never justified" etc. and it truly isn't. and thank god for that.
"We’re dealing here with the phenomenon of great love. Detached observers always ask in such cases: “So what does she (he) see in him (her)?” Such questions are best left in peace: great love is never justified. It’s like the little tree that springs up in some inexplicable fashion on the side of a cliff: where are its roots, what does it feed on, what miracle produces those green leaves? But it does exist and it really is green—clearly, then, it’s getting whatever it needs to survive."
— from "Great Love", in Nonrequired Reading
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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
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Carl Phillips, from “Civilization”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020
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Poets are cool kids
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Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Solo by Moonlight,"