April 2012
“In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
When in the firelight steadily...”
– George Meredith, “Modern Love XVI” (via aubade)
“storm
Suddenly the walker comes upon the ancient oak: a huge
rooted elk whose...”
– Tomas Tranströmer, from “Autumn Archipelago,” translated by Robin Robertson (via aubade)
“O you gods, you long-limbed animals, you
astride the sea and you unhammocked...”
– Rebecca Lindenberg, “Litany” (via aubade)
“Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than...”
– Philip Larkin, from “Aubade”
Specifically, I always really liked these three lines for some reason. And “nothing more terrible, nothing more true.”
(via aubade)
“It is truly strange how long it takes to get to know oneself. I am now sixty-two...”
– Ludwig Wittgenstein. Cambridge, 27 April 1951. (via mebbee) (via pyrrhosrepublic) (via gwyon) (via invisiblestories)
“Skull of a bird,/ The great geographies/ Drained to sutures/ Of cracked...”
– Ted Hughes @TheOpenField (via uutpoetry)
The Highlands, Scotland
rabbit-light: To know their fields I burned my skin in their summers To understand their winters I froze my hands in their ponds Romance was a shepherd of grass for her I worded green crowns Off work there were bird songs Nights were the ends of our tongues
- Don Welch
“On the bottom of the sky/ The shewolf lies// Body of living sparks/ Overgrown...”
– Vasko Popa (via uutpoetry) 