#Mark Strand

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

i want

sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute

most days i want to live

to experience

how real hunger has a real taste

most days the garden‘s almost enough.

your vulnerability

little pink flowers

on the sage, even though

the man said we couldnt‘t eat it. not this kind.

and i said,

then, gosh, what‘s the point?

not all days. but most days i do

but

i don‘t want

to be vulnerable

in a field i am the absence of field.

this is always the case.

wherever i am

i am what is missing

do you love me enough that i may be

vulnerability is courage in you and inadequacy in me

weak

with you? do you love me

i‘m drawn

stripped of everything

to your vulnerability but

that might be lost, for only

the things i will

have

repelled by mine

for ever?

Dancing Greatly, Brené Brown | 《山河令》 Word of Honor (2021) | Lies About Sea Creatures, Ada Lim��n | Most Days I Want To Live, Gabrielle Calvocoressi | Keeping Things Whole, Mark Strand | Essays In Love, Alain de Botton

companion piece to this

#your honour these are the same picture #itse me again! (jazz hands twice as hard and five times as fast) #my gif #webweaving #poems #dancing greatly #brené brown #word of honor #lies about sea creatures #ada limón #most days i want to live #gabrielle calvocoressi #keeping things whole #mark strand #essays in love #alain de botton #山河令 #shan he ling #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #asiandrama #asiandramaedit #asiandramanet #asiandramasource #wohedit #dailyasiandramas #cdrama #cdramasource #priestnet

[apoemaday]

Eating Poetry

by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs bum like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

#poetry #eating poetry #mark strand

[tadpal]

Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand

#tad talks #poetry #mark strand

[ophanic]

#mark strand #poetry #keeping things whole

[malojasnake]

— The Next Time, by Mark Strand

#poetry #mark strand

[soracities]

Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry"

#learnt this poem when i was 16 and can still hear one of my english teachers' voice in the last stanza #quotes #poems #mark strand #eating poetry #sanctum #m #x

[undinesea]

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

Mark Strand, from The Coming of Light

#mark strand #poetry

[havingapoemwithyou]

lines for winter by Mark Strand

#Mark Strand #poetry #poem #winter

[leggerezza-dell-essere]

Niente ti dirà

dove sei.

Ogni attimo é un posto

dove non sei mai stato.

Mark Strand

____Mario Giacomelli

#mario giacomelli #photography #art #b&n #photo #citazioni #quote #black & white #altalena #mark strand

[derangedrhythms]

Mark Strand, Eating Poetry

#mark strand #eating poetry #poetry #on poetry

[metamorphesque]

— Mark Strand, Keeping Things Whole

[text ID: In a field / I am the absence / of field. / This is / always the case. / Wherever I am / I am what is missing. / When I walk / I part the air / and always / the air moves in   / to fill the spaces / where my body’s been. / We all have reasons / for moving. / I move / to keep things whole.]

#mark strand #keeping things whole #poem #poetry #quotes #literature #selfhood

[apoemaday]

My Name

by Mark Strand

One night when the lawn was a golden green and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered what I would become -- and where I would find myself -- and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard my name as if for the first time, heard it the way one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off as though it belonged not to me but to the silence from which it had come and to which it would go.

#poetry #mark strand #my name

[seemoreandmore]

the night passes with its silent cargo of moons and stars -Mark Strand, from “The Monument,” Collected Poems (Knopf, 2014)

#Mark Strand

[les-portes-du-sud]

When I walk

I part the air

and always

the air moves in

to fill the spaces

where my body’s been.

We all have reasons

for moving.

I move

to keep things whole.

Mark Strand.

Art: Paris, 2018 by Evgeny Lushpin

#mark strand #evgeny lushpin #air #corps #separation #promenade #avril 2024 #@kamel #abencerages #les-portes-du-sud

[malojasnake]

— The Next Time, by Mark Strand

#poetry #mark strand

[mirefireflies]

“the end is neverending.”

the end is where we begin — thousand foot krutch / that’s not how the story goes — daniel handler and nick urata (a series of unfortunate events) / undertow, ouroboros, and dancing with a stranger — natalia schäfer / a valediction: forbidden mourning — john donne / the end — mark strand / endings (n/a) — elly smallwood / afternoon in february — henry wadsworth longfellow / every thing on it — shel silverstein / road to hell (reprise) — hadestown

#shall we make this post all over again #it’ll never be different #web weaving #circular narratives #it was always going to end this way #that’s just how the story goes #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #thousand foot krutch #ouroboros #natalia schäfer #john donne #mark strand #elly smallwood #henry wadsworth longfellow #shel silverstein #hadestown