the girl with no country
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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats
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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.
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“There is silent and long-suffering sorrow to be met with among the peasantry. It withdraws into itself and is still. But there is a grief that breaks...”
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The Relativity of Time
It seems at times
as if the galaxies have churned ten times over
as if months have given way to years, and years to...
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Gold
I buried our love
in the backyard
with a hatchet—
it’s still there;
it’s grown into
a leafy tree
and each Spring,
buds blossom into
fruit and...
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.
When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-
If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don’t need to wish her anything, for she’ll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn’t such a moment sufficient for the whole of one’s life?
(via whoislikegodmichael)
I’m always on the ending
end,
the I’m-sure-this-is-better
end,
and I turn back to my
latest collection of
ts eliot
because he will speak to me
without expecting
much in return,
bookmarking the page
rather than dog-earing it
is all he asks,
fitzgerald and hemingway,
franzen and dostoevsky
won’t turn me away
or ask for vulnerability
beyond tears shed for
invisible people
I’ll never meet
and I am safe
(via whoislikegodmichael)
(via whoislikegodmichael)
The Underground man to Liza
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From the Underground
(via dostoyevsky)
Purchased 10 books today.
Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates
Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky
Crime and Punishment (an antique version) by Dostoevsky
Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
Riven Rock by T.C. Boyle
The Essential Pablo Neruda by Pablo Neruda
A collection of Hemingway short stories
Close Range by Annie Proulx
Essays by A.J. Liebling
