#marathon poems 1962 - 2012

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Then you kissed me-I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that's how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end-

Louise Glück, "Marathon" Poems 1962 - 2012

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[llovelymoonn]

a collection of quotes on love

john beer the waste land and other poems: "the waste land" \\ delmore schwartz selected poems (1938-1958): summer knowledge: "narcissus" \\ kathryn maris singles cruise \\ @typewriter-worries journal entry - 8.17.22 \\ billy-ray belcourt a history of my brief body (via @fairydrowning) \\ warsan shire bless the daughter raised by a voice in her head (via @facinaoris) \\ tove jansson in a letter to tuulikki pietilä (1957) (via @clefairytea) \\ sharon olds the promise \\ isabel allende the house of the spirits (via @girlfictions) \\ ma yan love poem \\ faiz ahmad faiz memory: "ashes and blossoms" (tr. sain sucha) (via @metamorphesquee) \\ louise glück poems 1962-2012: "marathon" (via @weltenwellenltenwellen) \\ eliza griswold wideawake field: poems: "flood" \\ stephen bertman handbook to life in ancient mesopotamia

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[monstrous-femme]

"then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark"

-Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” Poems 1962-2012

*

The leaves are slimy beneath Nancy’s boots. She almost slips as she walks along the edges of the woods. In this era, if she makes up excuses in her head, she can almost pretend these are still her woods. The trees haven’t gone all the way gray yet. They’re streaked here and there along the edges, and the leaves that remain are powdery and strange, but the trunks are as strong and robust as they were a year ago.

It’s too warm for fall.

It’s been a quiet week, a strange one. What had she even done the second half of 1986? Her parents had talked about making her get a job, but they’d never enforced it. Maybe because she’d never had to have anything enforced before, had always been in the driver’s seat of her own life. At the time, she’d thought a job was an unnecessary distraction. She needed time to focus and defeat Vecna, right? But now that she’s back, she can see how full of holes her days are, like wool skirts left in the attic and eaten up by moths. (They’re called Clothes Moths, Barb had told her. Not officially, but their common names. Webbing Clothes Moths and Casemaking Clothes Moths.)

There’s a log laying horizontally a couple of yards into where the trees start. Nancy takes a deep breath. Her skin feels stretched tight, her throat in knots, but she doesn’t want to be afraid anymore. That’s why she came out today, instead of spending another quiet afternoon staring at her bedroom walls or drafting plans she already knows won’t work.

She takes a step towards the log, and another, until she’s able to sit down.

She’s properly in the trees now.

#wheelingham #stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfiction

[heesulovebot]

IN LOVING YOU I EAT MY HEART; IN LOVING ME YOU EAT MINE

i cannot be known, selected poems, paul eluard // “marathon”, poems 1962 - 2012, louise glück // twenty love poems and a song of despair, pablo neruda // unkown // to my star 2: our untold stories (2022), dir. hwang daseul

#to my star 2 #at first i was sad the screenshots were low q and blurry but i feel like it adds to the ~desperation u get me #the last one HITS 🥴 #my edit #headcanons #jiwoo x seojun #usernuria #userbillkin #tonanons #usertaeminie #mjtag #userjjessi #ninisdarlings #tosnimeat #userconcrete #cinemu #userjaehwany

[89rooms]

(…) Sooner or later you’ll begin to dream of me. I don’t envy you those dreams. I can imagine how my face looks, burning like that, afflicted with desire (…)

Louise Glück - 'Marathon (7. First Goodbye) in “Poems 1962-2012"

[julictcapulet]

LUCIANNA ‘LUCILLE’ HOWARD &. EMMETT ‘MONTY’ MONTGOMERY — “please...you’re so beautiful. you may eat me if you like. i’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.” for @asystcle

louise glück, poems 1962-2012; “marathon” // elvira madigan (1967) dir. bo widerberg // salma deera, letters from medea // richard siken, crush // dara scully, the caress // margaret atwood, power politics // susan sontag, as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals & notebooks, 1964 – 1980 // atonement (2007) dir. joe wright // charles dickens, great expectations // antonio canova, psyche revived by cupid’s kiss (1787)

#💖 mutually assured destruction 💖 #(lucianna howard. the idealized dream) #(lucianna and monty. don't need a ring for my finger; just need a steady hand to hold) #parallels #mine

[oldwinesoul]

—Louise Glück, “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012

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[adrasteiax]

Weeping, standing still—then going out again into the garden. In the field, white heads of dandelions making rows of saints, now bending, now stiff with awe—

Louise Glück, from Marathon (1. Last Letter) in “Poems 1962-2012″

#poetry #louise glück #marathon #last letter #marathon (1. last letter) #poems 1962 2012 #literature #poem #lit #from my collection

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012

#poetry #text

[marscia]

that’s how I knew I loved you / Because I wanted to be burned, stamped

Louise Glück, from The Triumph of Achilles (in Poems 1962-2012): “Marathon”

#louise glück #poetry #louise glück’s poetry is going to be the death of me

[snoppy]

fight club, chuck palahniuk / fight club (1999) / louise glück, from “marathon”, poems 1962 - 2012

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1. and we were both drunk in a bar where no one would care so Tyler said, "I want you to do me a favor. I want you to hit me as hard as you can." I didn't want to, but Tyler explained it all, about not wanting to die without any scars, about being tired of watching only professionals fight, and wanting to know more about himself. About self-destruction.

2. a still from fight club, of tyler durden looking up at the narrator, saying “This is a chemical burn.”

3. Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet. He takes Jack's hands and KISSES the back of it.

JACK: What is this?

TYLER: This is a chemical burn.

The saliva shines in the shape of the kiss. Tyler pours a bit of the flaked lye onto Jack's hand. Jack's whole body JERKS. Tyler holds tight to Jack's hand and arm. Tears well in Jack's eyes; his face tightens.

TYLER: It will hurt more than you've ever been burned and you will have a scar.

4. a picture of the narrator's hand with flaked lye poured on top.

5. Then you kissed me I felt / hot wax on my forehead. / I wanted it to leave a mark: / that's how I knew I loved you. / Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, / to have something in the end—

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#mine #fight club #parallels

[my-kind-of-poetry]

Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[somewheretopurge]

Once we were happy, we had no memories.

Louise Glück, from Marathon (2. Song Of The River) in “Poems 1962-2012″

[adrasteiax]

Silence. Herds of bells— Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that?

Louise Glück, from Marathon (1. Last Letter) in “Poems 1962-2012″

#poetry #louise glück #marathon #last letter #marathon (1. last letter) #poems 1962 2012 #literature #poem #lit #from my collection #queue: reading or fighting dragons

[adrasteiax]

I have to tell you what I’ve learned, that I know now what happens to the dreamers. They don’t feel it when they change. One day they wake, they dress, they are old.

Louise Glück, from Marathon (5. Night Song) in “Poems 1962-2012″

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[weltenwellen]

I was running; it was easy to run, since I had nothing.

Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962-2012

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