2019-04-19

toujours_nigel: coiled green snake (slytherin)
2019-04-19 10:04 am
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still angry about The Magicians

so angry and this whole post is gonna be under a cut because I'm furious. Also because talking about death and phobia and narrative choices in that regard.

mostly eliot and margo )
toujours_nigel: (writer)
2019-04-19 04:28 pm
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Sonnet 17, Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
toujours_nigel: (writer)
2019-04-19 09:41 pm
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I am not Yours, Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.