ix nearer: breath of my breath: take not thy tingling limbs from me: make my pain their crazy meal letting thy tigers of smooth sweetness steal slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling: deeper: blood of my blood: with upwardcringing swiftness plunge these leopards of white dream in the glad flesh of my fear: more… Continue reading E. E. Cummings
I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins. — Octave Mirbeau, The Torture Garden. (Olympia Press; Revised Edition edition, August 28, 2005) Originally published 1899.
Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter In a red mailbox. — Nizar Qabbani, “Every Time I Kiss You,” Arabic Poetry: http://www.adab.com/en Modern Arabic Poetry >> Nizar Qabbani. Poem No.: 336.
I wrote on the wind The name of my love. I wrote it on the water. I did not know That the wind rushes by without listening, That names dissolve in the water. — Nizar Qabbani, from “The Book of Love,” On Entering the Sea: The Erotic and Other Poetry of Nizar Qabbani (Interlink Pub… Continue reading Nizar Qabbani