Girl In The Corner

"Be silent in that solitude, which is not loneliness." Spirits of the Dead, Edgar Allan Poe

[she-forgets-to-fly]

You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me. You have taken what is before me and what is behind me. You have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me, and my fear is great that you have taken God from me.

Donal Óg, Irish Ballads in translation by Lady Augusta Gregory 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Why should I blame her that she filled my days, With misery, or that she would of late, Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind, That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind, That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

No Second Troy, W. B. Yeats

[she-forgets-to-fly]

The host is riding from Knocknarea  And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty you heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away.

Hosting of the Sidhe, W. B. Yeats

[she-forgets-to-fly]

We are all lonely and seek a hand to hold in the darkness.

The Last Kingdom, Bernard Cornwell 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

A man said to the universe: 'Sir, I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe, 'The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation'.

A Man Said to the Universe, Stephen Crane 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe,  a happy snowflake dancing in the flaw.

There May be Chaos Still Around the World, George Santayana 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,  secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII, Pablo Neruda 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Be a fox to recognise traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.

The Prince, Machiavelli 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Scotsmen feel in one language and think in another.

Scott and Scotland, Edwin Muir 

[roe-beth]

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Anthem for Doomed Youth, Wilfred Owen (via roe-beth)

[she-forgets-to-fly]

There's so much surprising green in this city's grey, stone heart, so douce, so mercantile.

Grassroots on the Meadows, Elizabeth Rimmer 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

I'd hoped you'd warm me.  You are as cold as I am, Like bones in a grave.

My Third Lover, Rory K. Alexander 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

If Dante came here, Visited our room at night, Tenth circle of Hell.

Argument/Aftermath, Rory K. Alexander

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Half rotted damp wood, Lamp lit, moon lit, smell of grass, Wine on our lips, kiss.

First Date, Rory K. Alexander

[she-forgets-to-fly]

The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens as they are.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë 

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light: I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil, Sarah Williams

[she-forgets-to-fly]

Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allan Poe