September 2010
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“I have a word caught in my throat
and I can’t release it, can’t...”
– “A Word,” by Gabriela Mistral, translated from the Spanish
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“The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my...”
– Claude Debussy ~ Letter to Ernest Chausson (1894). (via thefindesiecle)
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“In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I...”
– Mark Strand ~ Keeping Things Whole (via ginger-ninja)
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Smote and Smitten
iamheathcliff:
Death Request: Bury me twice as deep — six feet will not keep me from her.
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I thought I’d feel better once I finished that unpleasant chore, but Maggie only lies in bed like a sick, sullen child, watching black and white movies with snow scenes. I know it makes her feel cold and worse, so she must be punishing herself. But it doesn’t make me feel any better.
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