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cinoh:

Rinko Kawauchi (川内 倫子, born 1972) 

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I know that some night

in some bedroom

soon

my fingers will

rift 

through

soft clean

hair

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1694

53

"How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?"

May Swenson, “Question” from Nature: Poems Old and New. (via literarymiscellany)

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118

"I’ve often lost myself
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake"

— Federico García Lorca, Blind Panorama of New York (via stxxz)

(Source: , via whyallcaps)

145

carnetimaginaire:

Somaye Zarei, Insides

One with everything.

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hinted-by-the-winter:

Gary Snyder, poeta

After Work
The shack and a few trees float in the blowing fog
I pull out your blouse, warm my cold hands on your breasts. you laugh and shudder peeling garlic by the hot iron stove. bring in the axe, the rake, the wood
we’ll lean on the wall against each other stew simmering on the fire as it grows dark drinking wine.

1897

"My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing."

— Rainer Maria Rilke (via rabbitinthemoon)

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