Bengisu

“The Conditional

Say tomorrow doesn't come.
Say the moon becomes an icy pit.
Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified.
Say the sun's a foul black tire fire.
Say the owl's eyes are pinpricks.
Say the raccoon's a hot tar strain.
Say the shirt's plastic ditch-litter
Say the kitchen's a cow's corpse.
Say we never get to see it: bright
future, stuck like a bum star, never
coming close, never dazzling.
Say we never meet her. Never him.
Say we spend our last moments staring
at each other, hands knotted together,
clutching the dog, watching the sky burn.
Say, It doesn't matter. Say, That would be
enough. Say you'd still want this: us alive,
right there, feeling lucky.”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“Isn't it funny? How the cold numbs everything but grief.
If we could light up the room with pain,

we'd be such a glorious fire.”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“I'm such an ignorant boat—

a lost sea-tossed daughter pierced by time's spiked icicles,”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“Ama bana alıştığınız zaman, benden yeniden hoşlanacağınızı umuyorum.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre