I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight, Or winding, soon or late; They cannot choose. — Edward Thomas, “Lights Out,” November 1916, from Selected Poems of Edward Thomas (Faber and Faber, 2011) Advertisements
I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it’s the blue that lasts. — Virginia Woolf, Melymbrosia. (Cleis Press, September 27, 2004) Virginia Woolf completed Melymbrosia in 1912 . Originally published posthumously 1981.
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; — W. B. Yeats, from “When You Are Old,” The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. Edited by Richard J. Finneran, (Scribner,… Continue reading W. B. Yeats
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.
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.
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