Hours in Oxford
This is my first attempt at a “found poem,” in which every phrase was taken from another article or articles. In this case, it was a single article from the New York Times that can be found here.
It starts with learning centuries.
The lodging houses comfort
on any day brilliant students that sought
sustenance and traditional pubs—
it’s always precisely
half the price to remember them better.
Watch the clock, though:
it’s a darkish den that attracts
coffins and mummies before
the prize museum was rebuilt
(with significantly less success).
Wonderland?
The “devil’s toast” at dinner for two
asked the same question in 1645,
buried away on a back road—
but no worries, they’ve been upgraded
since then. Bike down the path
and the river will lead you back to town
if you pretend you’re tired
outside under the willow tree.
thewordsbehindtheface asked: Your poetry is so raw and beautiful. Certain lines had me bawling my eyes out with the emotion they evoked. Amazing work.
That is the deepest of compliments after reading some of your poetry. Your strawberries post made me feel like we’ve met before (we should have) because our hearts seem to cry the same things. So thank you, lovely.
(Source: nevver, via yelyahwilliams)
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I’d trade eloquence for simple courage, any day.
"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting."
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Saturn in Summer
Freckles are
the snowflakes of summer,
the reason I like this season best,
the reason I love you most.
Sunny days and a sprinkler
showering my bare arm
is the way you make me feel;
sunscreen and freshly mowed lawns
are the way you smell to me;
and if you ever kissed me,
the taste would be
lemonade after a concert,
the marshmallow
I almost dropped into the fire,
the air at the top
of that mountain we climbed.
If you were autumn,
I could leave you behind—
winter, I could forget—
spring, and we could both
grow into new someones
and be content with what
we once had when
the cherry blossoms still
clung to the trees and smelled
like new.
But we are both summer.
We are summer and air
and red kites in the blue
Colorado sky and songs
around dusky campfires
while the stars and galaxies
collide overhead and we
revolve like rings around Saturn
never touching but gravity
holds us together;
we are a box full of homegrown
peaches and a mailbox
of handwritten letters sealed
in tries and failures;
we are the answer
on the tip of a tongue
while the fireworks
go off on the Fourth of July;
we dance the songs
of the big brass band
in pinstripe suits
but I never took the hand
that invited me
into the music.
And I hope that someday
you feel this same way.
I hope that the bold colors
of summer paint in me
twenty seconds of insane courage
so that I can tell you
about the way I see the sky—
but until then,
I’ll write you a poem
for every freckle on your cheek.
(Source: vivalaqueefa)
Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
(via kamero-gomez)
I listened to this at least a half dozen times before I realized I couldn’t NOT reblog it. So here is the best Shakespeare reader on earth, for your ears.
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Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany via Periegese © [stop for a while]
This is almost too charming to be real. But not quite.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nq9zpa9i1qadknpo1_500.jpg)
Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany via Periegese © [stop for a while]
This is almost too charming to be real. But not quite.
stardusts.: before the storm.
Editor’s Note:
Nominated by: itsallthereisleft
Their words: This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. I love the line “her last breath was taken away/by the kiss from the car’s exhausted lips”. Amazing.
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There must have been a moment, he thought, a moment where the car might have slowed down, sounded a warning, and she might have jumped out of the way just in time. But there’s always a calm before the storm.
As it happened there was such a moment, but her bare feet were glued to the pavement, her eyes were pointed upwards toward the stars, and her ears were perfectly deaf. As the car sped towards her, the following thoughts flashed in her mind:
3.0 seconds—
The beauty of the stars,
the possibility of life on another planet,
a plane passing overhead across
a cloud obscuring the moon.2.5 seconds—
Places and things to see:
Prague, Manila, Jamaica,
Castel Sant’Angelo, Holland,
the beach, Big Ben and
that boy she liked.1.5 seconds—
She should have stayed;
maybe the doors
didn’t have to be locked
so tightly last night.1.0 seconds—
did the boy she liked
think of her when
the head lights
and the screeching tire burns
bled into his mind?0.5 seconds—
death is strange;
it plays with others,
chasing them in their veins
or filling it up with oozing goo
and flushes out their last breath
from the sighing lungs.
for some, it’s an honorable death;
death by the pleasant sleep,
death from the bullet that shot through
with enough air from their punctured lungs
to breathe out
their last words or two.but for her, it wasn’t a fairytale;
her last breath was taken away
by the kiss from the car’s exhausted lips -
she saw the boy she liked, the Big ben,
Jamaica, Prague, Holland, the beach, everything.is it possible to be in such euphoria, a tragic delirium
moments before those tires burn through her skin?0.0 seconds—
[blank]No one rushed to her bed side until it was too late but the doctor told him that she had the bravest smile; one that was even brighter than the blazing sun.
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italics: unsaidunknown
regular text: wolves-xiii
This is stunning.
This connection has probably already been made by everybody and their dog, but whatever…
obviously Loki needs to go on a quest for his honour or something
OH MY GOD
THIS IS THE BEST THING.
THE. BEST. THING.
Zuko and Loki would have an angst party.
Zuko will take Loki on a life-changing field trip.
Zuko will take Loki on a life-changing field trip.
Zuko will take Loki on a life-changing field trip.
Zuko will take Loki on a life-changing field trip.
(via my-sexy-english-lord)
![Trying to teach myself how to draw this summer, and this is my first attempt. Gotta start somewhere, right? :]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4av48fX1A1qavjhto1_1280.jpg)
Trying to teach myself how to draw this summer, and this is my first attempt. Gotta start somewhere, right? :]
