January 2011
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“And O yes,
it sets my heart racing—
one glance at you
and I can’t get any...”
– Sappho, from fragment 20 (Translated by S. Lombardo)
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Galway Girl - Mundi
I’ve seen it floating...
l'arte della poesia.: When I have Fears that I may... →
poesies:
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to…
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Vienna Teng's 'Harbour' translated into Quenya →
Nálvë sinomë yassen i aurë ná envinyataina I hísë i londecalmanna lencavë píca Nén nénenna ná i tië I varnassë i hresto síntala
Á cirë ëaretya Á omenta raumotya Ná hópatya ná ilya i merin…
“I yearn and I seek.”
– καὶ ποθήω καὶ μάομαι.
Sappho, fragment 24 (Translated by J. B. Hare)
no dancing for you!: On Looking Up by Chance at... →
motherground:
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much to happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud and the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud. The planets seem to…
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via tulletulle) (via comingonstrong)
transgressiveinsomnia:
“Cello Suite...
