February 2012
“Still doth the soul, from its lone fastness high,
Upon our life a ruling...”
– from Palladium, Matthew Arnold (via cartographe)
“A mockingbird leans
from the walnut, bellies,
riffling white, accomplishes...”
– Robert Hass, “Letter to a Poet” (Field Guide, Yale University Press, 1973)
“Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
...”
– Ariel, Sylvia Plath (via arosary)
“If the raindrop knew its fate
And could see the vastness of the ocean.
It...”
– Sufi Shah Maghsoud (via elige)
“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via dreamofwhatcanbe)
“The massive overhead crane comes
when we wave to it, lets down
its heavy claws...”
– Jack Gilbert, “What Song Should We Sing” (Refusing Heaven, Knopf, 2005)
“I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It...”
– Bukowski (via peyoteprincess)
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via lethere)
“I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp...”
– William Stafford (via slekes)
“There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as...”
– Ian McEwans (via venula)
“But just when we think we have it,
the personal goes the way of
belief. What...”
– Stephen Dunn, from “Essay on the Personal” (via Whiskey River)
