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— The Pond, Mary Oliver
[text ID: August of another summer, and / once again / I am drinking the sun / and the lilies again are spread / across the water.]
There are two types of summer; white and dark.
White summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine, cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light, almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. You don’t ever want to land.
Dark summers are honeyed and sulky, full of pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. Cinematic and shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately, though feign detachment. Pandora opens the box, and lightning fills the sky.
We know ourselves only as far as we’ve been tested. I tell you this from my unknown heart.
Wisława Szymborska, from Map: Collected and Last Poems; “Moment of Silence” (via soracities)
Seaman on the ‘Pommern’ enticing the ship’s cat up on of the shrouds, 1903
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Anders Beer Wilse - Fram under seil ¾ 1910
Unknown, Photograph of Northern Lights over Roald Amundsen’s ship Maud, 1918–1925
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What will the creature made all of sea drift do on the dry sand of daylight, what will the mind do, each morning, waking?
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“My soul pours out without end, like melancholy water,”
— Éphraïm Mikhaël, from Poems; “Florimond,” written c. January 1879
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The Solar System. An introduction to astronomy. 1868.
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Memory rushes in Then washes you away I am losing you to the sea