I love you for the grief that lurks within Your languid spirit, and because you wear Corruption with a vague and childish air, And with your beauty know the depths of sin; Because shame cuts and holds you like a gin, And virtue dies in you slain by despair, Since evil has you tangled in… Continue reading Theodore Wratislaw
I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness. — Angela Carter, from “The Lady of the House of Love,” The Blood Chamber and Other Stories (Harper & Row, 1980)
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night,… Continue reading Algernon Charles Swinburne
So the summer has ended … Now in October the thick mist has come, thickening and blotting. — Virginia Woolf, entry, October 1934, A Writer’s Diary (Mariner Books, 2003)
How this darkness soaks me through and through, — D. H. Lawrence, from “Under the Oak,” Selected Poems of D.H. Lawrence. (Heinemann, September 8, 1995)
I am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious; but I never did an ungenerous act in my life. I sympathise warmly with others, and have wasted my heart in their love. ― Mary Shelley, The Life and Letters of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, May 3, 2014) Originally
Teach me to hear mermaids singing… — John Donne, from “Song: Go and Catch a Star,” The Songs and Sonnets of John Donne. (Harvard University Press; New edition edition, April 20, 2009) Originally published 1633.