America Allen Ginsberg America two dollars and twenty-seven...

Poème collage d’André Breton

Poème collage d’André Breton

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First Issue of SEVENTH HEAVEN (1972) by Patti Smith, the first...

First Issue of SEVENTH HEAVEN (1972) by Patti Smith, the first complete work of poetry she wrote on her own

and god created seventh heaven. saying let them all

in. and caused it to be watched over by the bitch and

the aeroplane.

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i12bent: Jacques Prévert: I Am as I Am I am as I am I’m made...

i12bent:

Jacques Prévert: I Am as I Am

I am as I am

I’m made that way

When I feel like laughing

I burst right out

I love the one who loves me

Is it my fault especially

If it’s not the same one

I love each time

(Translation Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

Photo: Jacques Prévert and Jacqueline Laurent, Paris 1937 - by Wols

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Masha Kaléko (1907-1975) From the poem Mein schönstes...

Masha Kaléko (1907-1975)

From the poem Mein schönstes Gedicht”

Mein schönstes Gedicht?

Ich schrieb es nicht.

Aus tiefsten Tiefen stieg es.

Ich schwieg es.

Translation:

My best poem ever?

I wrote it never.

From deepest depths uprushed it.

I hushed it.

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Charles Baudelaire’s copy of the French 1st edition of Les...

Charles Baudelaire’s copy of the French 1st edition of Les Fleurs du Mal turned to the poem Spleen

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Edna St. Vincent Millay (born 22 February, 1892; died 19...

Edna St. Vincent Millay (born 22 February, 1892; died 19 October, 1950), pictured above in a photograph by Doris Ulmann.

Sonnet XLIII

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more.

(1920)

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kumi666: Tanka poems by Lady Yosano Akiko 与謝野晶子 (1878-1942),...

kumi666:

Tanka poems by Lady Yosano Akiko 与謝野晶子 (1878-1942), Japan 君こひし寝てもさめても黒髪を梳きても筆の柄をながめても “While sleeping, / waking, / combing my black hair, / looking at my stem of a writing-brush, / I just missing you.” (Calligraphy by Mariko Kinoshita) (via Tanka poems by Lady Yosano Akiko 与謝野晶子 … | Beautiful Japanese Style)

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Was I lost in thoughts of loveWhen I closed my eyes?...

Was I lost in thoughts of love

When I closed my eyes? He

Appeared, and

Had I known it for a dream

I would not have awakened.

Ono no Komachi 小野 小町

Image: ameba.jp

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“A Season in Hell”

“A Season in Hell”

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Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying,...

Here I came to the very edge

where nothing at all needs saying,

everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,

and the moon swam back,

its rays all silvered,

and time and again the darkness would be broken

by the crash of a wave,

and every day on the balcony of the sea,

wings open, fire is born,

and everything is blue again like morning.



Pablo Neruda, It Is Born



Photography: Waves by Robert Mapplethorpe, 1980



Also

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1944, Paul Eluard à la fenêtre de son appartement boulevard de...

1944, Paul Eluard à la fenêtre de son appartement boulevard de la Chapelle

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“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my...

“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart. I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat”

Jorge Luis Borges, Two English Poems

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“I Like For You To Be Still” by Pablo Neruda Read by Glenn...

“I Like For You To Be Still” by Pablo Neruda

Read by Glenn Close

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,

Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.

Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado

y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

J’aime ton silence car tu sembles absente,

Tu m’entends de loin, et mes mots ne t’atteignent pas

C’est comme si tes yeux avaient pris leur envol

Comme si un baiser avait clos tes lèvres.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma

Emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.

Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,

Y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Comme toutes les choses sont pleines de mon âme.

Tu émerges des choses pleine de mon âme.

Papillon de songe, tu ressembles à mon âme,

Et tu ressembles au mot mélancolie.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.

Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.

Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza

Déjame que me calle en el silencio tuyo.

J’aime ton silence quand tu sembles lointaine.

Et que tu sembles gémir, papillon qui roucoule.

Et tu m’entends de loin, et ma voix ne parviens pas

Laisse-moi me taire dans ton silence .

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio

Claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.

Eres como la noche, callada y constelada

Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo

Laisse-moi aussi te parler avec ton silence

Clair comme une lampe, simple comme un anneau.

Tu es comme la nuit, silencieuse et constellée

Ton silence est d’étoile, si lointain et si simple

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.

Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.

Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.

Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

J’aime ton silence quand tu sembles absente.

Lointaine et douloureuse comme si tu étais morte.

Une parole alors, un sourire suffisent.

Et je suis heureux, heureux que ce ne soit réel.

Pablo Neruda in “Vingt poèmes d’amour et une chanson désespérée”

Traduction: J. G. Riquelme

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