February 2012
54 posts
ahuntersheart:
The oceans remind me
of your room.
There are things unbearable.
Scorns, princes, this little size
of dying.
My personal poetry is failure.
I do not want to be a person
I want to be unbearable.
Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
-from Stanzas, Sexes, Seduction by Anne Carson
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