A blog dedicated to poets, poetry, and a devouring, over-arching love of the written word. Poems (and sometimes prose) about nearly everything. Curated by a tall, curious girl far away from home.

 

Sharing Poetry: e.e. cummings, "my father moved through dooms of love"

sharingpoetry:

my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir…

Sharing Poetry: Mary Oliver, "White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field"

sharingpoetry:

Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings — five feet apart —
and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Steve Jobs, Apple Inc. (via nagging)

In this room. With the curtains drawn. With the lights on. The sun shining outside. This is where you hurt the most.

This Is My Letter to the World

misswallflower:

“This is my letter to the world, 
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!”

— Emily Dickinson