#cuttlefish bones

[emisovvienleterno]

My life, I ask of you no stable contours, plausible faces, property. Now in your restless circling, wormwood and honey have the same savor.

The heart that disdains all motion occasionally is convulsed by a jolt. As sometimes the stillness of the country sounds with a rifle shot.

– Eugenio Montale (1896-1981), Cuttlefish Bones (1925)

[gayorangepeeler]

I brought back bones from my geography field trip to the beach and the teachers were concerned a reasonable amount

[senshuk]

Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away.

Eugenio Montale, "Cuttlefish Bones"

[clutchthepearls]

To vanish, then, is the venture of ventures.

 Eugenio Montale (Svanire è dunque la ventura delle venture.)