Your eyelashes will write on
my heart the poem that
could never come from the
pen of a poet.
Rumi (via thesufisoul)
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head.
Margaret Atwood, from “Variation On The Word Sleep,” Selected Poems II: 1976-1986 (Houghton Mifflin, 1987)
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Ezra Pound, from “The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” (via oofpoetry)