Last Night As I Was Sleeping Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never drunk? Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous… Continue reading Antonio Machado
The distance doesn’t matter; it is only the first step that is difficult. ― Mari de Vichy-Chamrond Marquise du Deffand
The words, like bees in a sweet ink, cluster and drone, Indifferent, indelible, A hum and a hum: Back stairsteps to God, ropes to the glass eye: Vineyard, informer, the chair, the throne. Mojo and numberless, breaths From the wet mountains and green mouths; rustlings, Sure sleights of hand, The news that arrives from nowhere:… Continue reading Charles Wright
She awakens first at the touch of love; before that time she is a dream, yet in her dream life we can distinguish two stages: in the first, love dreams about her; in the second, she dreams about love. — Søren Kierkegaard, The Seducer’s Diary. (Princeton University Press, August 18, 1997) Originally published 1843.
This blank paper is the one good thing. I want to fill it with colour, soundlessness like a heart that shuts with slow murmurings. I feel myself slipping into that whiteness. My dumb legs, my red hair pale by moonlight as I doze into a laudanum pod, secretly happy, blooming in the night though the… Continue reading Leanne O’Sulivan
I think she always nursed a small mad hope. — Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire. (Penguin Books, May 1, 2010) Originally published 1962.
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the last sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the… Continue reading Wendell Berry