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L. V., writing as you sleep
having withdrawals from. the river
A dream of the fields
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Snakes in various ancient Roman frescoes and mosaics.
the flowers of friendship never fade // there is nothing that can compare // united forever i die where i cling // my aim is to love you and never change //
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
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L.M. Montgomery, from Chronicles of Avonlea
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor”
﹙ Text ID: I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.﹚
I am glad that bee hummingbirds hatch nests of eggs each smaller than a pea. I am glad that there are oceans two miles deep where fishes unknown to science glow like fireflies.
I am glad that the crumbs taken from my bedroom are returned to tiny cities built by ants, and that the thunder of the storms rolling in from the north trembles in my chest when it is still a ways off. Hello, says the world, you are so little. Hello, says the world, you are so big.
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
Mary Oliver, from "August" in Devotions