February 2010
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aravensflight:
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off waking toils, They do divide our being; they...
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“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through...”
January 2010
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aravensflight:
Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the press Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw! O make in me those civil wars to cease!— I will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take thou of me...
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“Because our world is not the same as Othello’s world. You can’t make flivvers...”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via xineann)
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“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the...”
– (excerpt from “The World As I See It,” by Albert Einstein). (via gypsywanderlussst)
I just love Al.
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“That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via whisperingwillow) (via chelebelleslair) (via toomuchtroublefornothing) (via xineann)
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“Desiderata
— written by~ Max Ehrmann in the 1920s —
Go...”
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“Portrait d’une Femme
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has...”
– written by ~ Ezra Pound
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Naming The Baby
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We move aloud with sea and stars, not sun, rocking his naming out. We hold his names so cleanly that their syllables are ours
a moment, once, before they turn to flames stretched out along the rivers of the stars from where we hold him up. Their silence tames
our years and joins us as we join in one great sweeping curl to Night that gives back hours and hours of stars. The naming has...
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To the Superior Animal
To sum up all, I’m old — and that’s A fact the years decide; It is a common thing with cats And not a thing to hide. But to feel what it is — how kind How true to love and law For this you must be quite resigned And not avoid its paw. It does not come as reckless foe A shrinking prey to take, But with soft footstep that we know By comfort in...
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Magdalen Walks
Written by~Oscar Wilde
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze, The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth, The birds are...
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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats
WENT out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something...
“…no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a webbing...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via constantflux) (via aravensflight)
“1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (via xineann)