la mort d'une étoile est magnifique

SNIGDHA // INFJ

[writingsforwinter]

New poem.

-By Meggie Royer

[readquotes]

"I follow the tortuous path of roots bursting the earth, I have a gift for passion, in the bonfire of a dry trunk I contort in the blaze. To the span of my existence I give an occult meaning that goes beyond me. I'm a concomitant being: I gather in me time past, the present and the future, the time that pulses in the tick-tock of the clocks."

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva (The Stream of Life)

[shisasan]

12 January 1924 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov "The Tragedy of Mister Morn"

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[philosophybits]

“Education is not implanted in the soul unless one reaches a greater depth.”

— Protagoras, Fragments, B11

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)

[rosenwunden]

[9e978e]

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[kennedymagazine]

[fuckyeahmrleonardcohen]

 Leonard Cohen, Hydra, Greece, 1983 by Dominique Issermann

[poetic-questions]

from "Poems of Fernando Pessoa"

[majestativa]

My ancient heart […] still endures.

ODYSSEUS ELYTIS (Οδυσσέας Ελύτης) — Eros, Eros, Eros: Selected and Last Poems, transl. by Olga Broumas, (1998)

[bakewake]

“The only way to learn to write is to keep at it, however clumsy, however flawed. The practice itself is the teacher.”

–May Sarton