Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore. (Vintage, January 3, 2006) Originally published 2002.
A Quoi Bon Dire Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane… Continue reading Charlotte Mew
God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise. ― Walter de la Mare, The Return. (Dover Publications; First Thus edition, July 18, 1997) Originally ublished 1910.
As I lose myself in the heart of certain children, I have lost myself in the sea many times. Ignorant of the water I go seeking a death full of light to consume me. — Federico García Lorca, from “Gacela De La Huida (Garcela Of The Flight),” The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca. Trans.… Continue reading Federico García Lorca
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, from “White Nights,” White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, November 16, 2016) Story originally published 1848.
I carry Sorrow, a grey bird, sluggish, in my chest. — Osip Mandelstam, from “Light Sheds it’s Meager Ray,” The Selected Poems. (NYRB Classics; 1st edition, August 31, 2004) Originally published 1972.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice. ― Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th 1928.