Meet Me Where The Light Greets Dark
Meet me where the light greets dark
Where the lovers go when they are tired
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Constantly pulled between what we've been taught, what we know and what we feel.
A city of ghosts
Lost from 2020
"We have a choice. We can embrace our humanness, which means embracing our broken natures and the compassion that remains our best hope for healing. Or we can deny our brokenness, forswear compassion, and, as a result, deny our own humanity"
Bryan Stevenson
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
— Robert Frost
[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’
a poem by Frank O’Hara]
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”
June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems
I write because I am wretched, because I must make moan to someone or something. I write because I shall soon be dead. These lines will be the cold remains of my soul and thoughts and love, as my body will be the corpse of my warm flesh and blood. I write to declare my faith, to obtain pardon of my sins, to weep, because my tears strangle me and will put an end to me.
Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, written on 1834
Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Jinn”
