Lake Thun, view to the west (W), 7/1909
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Lake Thun, view to the west (W), 7/1909
In March the earth remembers its own name. everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. The rivers begin to sing. In the sky the winters stars are sliding away; new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. And the name of every place is joyful.
Mary Oliver, Worm Moon
Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “To the city I wish to get to know”
“in March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath vol 1: 1940-1956
“Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.”
— Hawthorne, American Note-Books, 1838 (via lucybiederman)
“But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him.” - Ernest Hemingway
via @quotemadness
“Unless you tell me, I feel I’m not loved.”
— Amy Lowell, from “The Cremona Violin,” written c. September 1919
“I know it hurts to burn.”
— Adrienne Rich, from Poems; “The Burning of Paper Instead of Children,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“(…) you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.”
— Richard Siken, from Planet Of Love in “Crush” (via adrasteiax)
Coucher de soleil sur la Méditerranée, c.1931
“Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of divinity.”
— St. Hildegard of Bingen (via eternal-echoes)
by Роман Микрюков
Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
“I don’t know what’s going on tonight. Whatever it is, it isn’t good.”
— Maurice Maeterlinck, from Complete Poems & Plays; “Princess Maleine,” (via violentwavesofemotion)