And if, as autumn deepens and darkens I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms and trouble and dissolution and distress and then the softness of deep shadows folding, folding around my soul and spirit, around my lips… so sweet, like a swoon, or more like the drowse of a… Continue reading D. H. Lawrence
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. — Bram Stoker, Dracula. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, December 17, 1996) Originally published May 26th 1897.
Oh, Ophelia, if only there was someone out there who loved you. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III Scene I
I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot. ― Bram Stoker, Dracula. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, December 17, 1996) Originally published May 26th 1897.
“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who… Continue reading T. S. Eliot
I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you. — John Keats, in a letter to Fanny Brawne dated 5 Novemeber 1820
Consequence when we vaunt and suffer, or If it is not, all echoes are the same In such eternity. Then tell me, love, How that should comfort us—or anyone Dragged half-unnerved out of this worldly place, Crying to the end ‘I have not finished’. — Geoffrey Hill, from “Funeral Music,” New and Collected Poems 1952-1992… Continue reading Geoffrey Hill