"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."
- T. S. Eliot
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
In the Train
Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.
The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue twilight in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.
- Sara Teasdale
From which the rocks and stubble sleep
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.
The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue twilight in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.
- Sara Teasdale
Saturday, December 22, 2012
"A bouquet of clumsy words: you know the place between sleep and awake when you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say "just wondering" when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go."
- ee cummings
Listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go."
- ee cummings
Monday, December 17, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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