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Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

— clair de lune, tathève simonyan         

[text ID: i want a “waking up naked under dusty pink silky sheets” scene: / sunlights of hair cascading over the ivory of my back / untethered strands connecting beauty marks / my own constellation of starlight / and as the morning light sashays in / through the cracks / of this chain of blinds / and as this body of mine / welcomes in blues and yellows / there’s a sense of promise / dancing in the air / that’s not going anywhere. / i want a scene of / hands reaching for a door / not for a cover / for in this particular scene / there’s a body that wants to have me in it / and an i who wants to be in this body / i want this symbiotic bliss / this harmonious coexistence / of two opposing forces / reaching for the same door. / [i want debussy playing in the background] / hands reaching for a cup, hands boiling water, hands adding / a spoonful of coffee / hands never burning / hands running through hair / like wild horses / blindly unbounded / like leaves / succumbing to the breath of the wind / but in a good way / because succumbing oneself / doesn’t have to end with a death / not always / at least not when you can hear / clair de lune / softly whispering from the living room. / i want scenes with hands: / hands all over / all the time / hands that love / without a reason and with (one) / because it’s spring / because it’s no longer spring / because they are hands and that’s what they were made to do / because debussy is playing / and what else can one do / but love / unabashedly / with van gogh yellows / and picasso blues / and monet violets / and / i want a scene where / my name is no longer an unintended apology / but a silent promise / like the morning light / dancing in the air / painting its blue hues / yellow in its blues. / i want a scene where / my existence is a reason / and not an afterthought. / i want a scene of me not wanting any of these. / scenes of me naked under dusty pink silky sheets / waiting for the morning light / and knowing that it will come.]

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

[1] Summer clouds are racing across the sky on Monet's pond, [2] Current in a summer sky,(Monet's pond) | Reiji Hiramatsu

“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”

— Pedro Salinas, from “Tell me”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

a list of poems that erode my heart, bit by bit.

a love note by adeeba shahid talukder

the gardener 85 by rabindranath tagore

from blossoms by li-young lee

the snow fairy by claude mckay

last night by faiz ahmed faiz (i don't have a reliable translation for this )

you can't have it all by barbara ras

mountain dew commercial disguised as a love song by matthew olzmann

a book said dream and i do by barbara ras

i love you to the moon & by chen chen

14 love songs by elizabeth jacobson

lover by ada limón

night walk by franz wright

the persimmon tree by lee jae-mu

lullaby by w. h. auden

eating together by li-young lee

april moon by cathy song

a dawn letter by kwak je-mu

on love by kahil gibran

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life