ix nearer: breath of my breath: take not thy tingling limbs from me: make my pain their crazy meal letting thy tigers of smooth sweetness steal slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling: deeper: blood of my blood: with upwardcringing swiftness plunge these leopards of white dream in the glad flesh of my fear: more… Continue reading E. E. Cummings
Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless. ― D. H. Lawrence
God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her. — , A Farewell To Arms. (Arrow Books Ltd August 18, 1994) Originally published 1929.
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.
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
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. — Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (Scribner, 1926)
You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time… ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)