“Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you.”
— Forugh Farrokhzad, from Sin: Selected Poems; “On Loving,”
I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end-
Then you kissed me - I felt
hot wax on my forehead.I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end-
Louise Glück, from Marathon.
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