seline

I cried so much I thought I would turn into a river or a fountain...

[singing-river]

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[con-alas-de-angeles]

Changeable, iridescent; a sea nymph of some old Grecian temple.

Amy Lowell, The Cremona Violin c. September 1919

[thelegendofclarke]

“I must soak more in the moonlight,”

— No Ch'ŏn-myŏng, tr. by Ko Won, from “Cricket,” written c. June 1938 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[megairea]

“… I walk like one who’s dropped from the moon.”

— Jaroslav Seifert, from A Hundred Times Nothing (tr. by Ewald Osers & George Gibian)

[seaymphea-deactivated20190709]

“The moon on her wet skin shone.”

— Alfred Noyes, from The Collected Poems; ‘The River of Stars’

[mournfulroses]

“The small sea siren who sings to you,”

— Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; “Ode to Salvador Dali,”

[the-dreaming-princess]

“—willow-veil’d […] silken-sail'd—”

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, excerpt of “The Lady of Shalott”, in Three Victorian Poets (via antigonick)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“moonlit anklet ivory charm memory wears”

— Greg Sellers, contemporary haiku journal entry, 26 May 2019

[singing-river]

“Unicorns and cyclopses. / (...) they illustrate the unglazed / mercury of the sea.”

— Federico García Lorca

[linfigue]

“Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the mirror of water that flows from the fountain, / in the marble of time, in a sharpened sword, / in the serenity of an open terrace / that looks upon the gardens and the sunsets. / And behind all the myths and masks: her soul, which is always alone.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,” (via kuanios)

[singing-river]

venetian grotto seashell settee and chairs

[sketchofthepast]

“The wind is gentle. We breathe the scent of water.”

— Janet Lewis, from the poem “Lake George, on The Mohican”

[punlovsin]

Inane worlds of wind and cloud.

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[ovulous-blog]

[derangedrhythms]

But let me be unseen.

Virginia Woolf, from 'The Waves'

[soracities]

“A field of cotton– as if the moon had flowered.”

— Bashō, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)

[paper-fairy]

“Where is the silver in the rain, ⁠Where is the music in the sea, Where is the bird that sang all day ⁠To break my heart with melody?”

— Sara Teasdale, from When Love Goes; Helen of Troy & Other Poems, 1911