Poetry

Phenomenal Woman

Julian Mandel - Femme nue se mirant dans l’eau, vers 1920

 

“It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.”
Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman

Julian Mandel –  1920

Pablo Neruda-Sonnet XVII/Painting by Chagall

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Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Jeffrey Eugenides

“Aphrodite put off her famous belt, in which all the charms of love are woven, potency, desire, lovely whispers, and the force of seduction, which takes away foresight and judgment even from the most reasonable people.” Jeffrey Eugenides – Middlesex

Vladimir Nabokov

“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture.” Vladimir Nabokov

Gustave Flaubert – Madame Bovary

“You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot,…

Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda

Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and…

Lisa Azarmi – Emerging Poetess

I was born and raised on the steamy, tropical Island of Ceylon, later moving to East Africa and England. Raised by my Aya on tea plantations, I hardly saw my parents, mine was an idyllic start, there was no pressure…