poetrysince1912: Happy Final Four! 
I’d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I’d lost
my map.

-Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of God’s Goodbye”  (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: weissewiese, via the-final-sentence)

Fuckin endings, man, they weren’t as easy as they looked.

-Elmore Leonard, from Get Shorty (via the-final-sentence)

I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.

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Czesław Miłosz, from “Encounter”, translated by Czesław Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

Favourite final sentences

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When grappling with a change (of space, of friendship, of love), it is easy to fall into the arts. You find something in everything, but especially the big forms: a song, a sentence, an image.

-I wrote about some of my favorite small non-fiction books and why they are often more important than a traditional novel for WBEZ.  (via britticisms)

(via britticisms)

poetrysince1912: In honor of William Wordsworth’s birthday. 

girlwithalessonplan:

runningwithguts:

snorlaxlovesme:

so i cleared my throat today and

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and then someone poked me in the side so I laughed

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and THEN I FUCKING SNEEZED

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and that’s what it’s like being on the second day of your period

i hope this has been educational

Stupid reblogs on Tumblr don’t usually make me actually laugh, but this?

I could NOT. STOP. LAUGHING.

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Mom, why didn’t you use this when you taught 5th grade sex ed as a school nurse?  
poetrysince1912: —A.R. Ammons, Poetry, April 1979At the Best American Poetry blog, Roger Gilbert takes fills us in on the “life that did not become,” and quotes Ammons on “one of the formative events of his childhood”: The most powerful image of my emotional life is something I had repressed and one of my sisters lately reminded me of.  It was when my little brother, who was two and a half years younger than I, died at eighteen months.  My mother some days later found his footprint in the yard and tried to build something over it to keep the wind from blowing it away.  That’s the most powerful image I’ve ever known.  Read the rest of the poem.