January 2012
Your heart and my heart
Are very, very old
Friends
– Hafiz (via pax-caelestis)
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man...
– William Carlos Williams, from “Blizzard” (with thanks to proustitute)
leaving the houseboat
behind me, behind me
in the mist
– Issa (via yama-bato)
It was the ecstasy that the flesh craved in the same way that the earth scorched...
– Nawal El Saadawi, Zeina
via leda-swanson * emdashesandhyphens (via frenchtwist)
“This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me …”
This cruel age has deflected me,
like a...
– — Anna Akhmatova (via tzarevitch)
from “This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me …”
full poem is here http://bit.ly/o1ywZg
(via chaikoan)
I had drawn my chair to the hotel window, to watch the rain.
I was in a kind...
– Louise Glück, “Eros” (The Seven Ages, Ecco, 2001)
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and...
– Hermann Hesse (via misswallflower)
Something was promised to
me by the afternoon and the
mountain. I have lost...
– Borges (via yama-bato)
December 2011
In this love, you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
– Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via depressionparty)
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903. (via devilduck)
Some fall in love.
I shatter.
– Stephin Merritt (via funeraldreams)