He is the ferryman To dead land. His price is everything.
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He is the ferryman To dead land. His price is everything.
Ted Hughes, from The Bear. (via xshayarsha)
I had it in mind that I would be an old woman with you. But perhaps I always had it in mind simply to be an old woman, then, I decided it was you when you found me in that apartment drinking whiskey for breakfast.
From Sonnet X by Dionne Brand (via hush-syrup)
She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, polite, resilient.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via lesgardenias)
I have so much of you in my heart.
John Keats, “Letter to Fanny Browne,” 8 July 1819 (via wordsnquotes)
I rhyme / To see myself, to set the darkness echoing
Seamus Heaney, from “Personal Helicon,” Death of a Naturalist (Faber & Faber, 1966)
and I wait for you in the shell of night by the shore in the hum roaring from the depth of the sea in the holes in the sky’s cape in linden and acacia among pines and cedars in the underbelly of the waves, in salt I wait for you.
Adonis, from ‘Psalm’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
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You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.
Annie Dillard, “Write Till You Drop” (via anintimacy)
Cigarette Byrne, 1977
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I can hardly believe that I have limits, that I am cut out and defined. I feel scattered in the air, thinking inside other beings, living in things beyond myself.
Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart (via blushing2)