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No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing fol... See more
Unknown • CHET ON POETRY (Chet Baker)
Mais dis-moi donc ce que je cherche et pourquoi contre ma fenêtre, appuyé à la ville de mes amis, de mes désirs, de mes souvenirs, je désespère ? Pourquoi, pour la première fois, je ne découvre pas de source et me sens si loin du trésor ? Quelle est cette promesse obscure que l’on m’a faite et qu’un dieu obscur ne tient pas ?
Antoine de Saint Exupéry • Courrier sud (French Edition)
We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!
Mary Shelley • Frankenstein: The Original 1818 Unabridged and Complete Edition (A Mary Shelley Classics
The world has signed a pact with the devil; it had to. It is a covenant to which every thing, even every hydrogen atom, is bound. The terms are clear: if you want to live, you have to die; you cannot have mountains and creeks without space, and space is a beauty married to a blind man. The blind man is Freedom, or Time, and he does not go anywhere
... See moreAnnie Dillard • Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
“The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop “Leaving One” by Ralph Angel “A Cat in an Empty Apartment” by Wisława Szymborska “Apples” by Deborah Digges “Michiko Nogami (1946–1982)” by Jack Gilbert “Eating Alone” by Li-Young Lee “The Potter” by Peter Levitt “Black Dog, Red Dog” by Stephen Dobyns “The Word” by Mark Cox “Death” by Maurycy Szymel “This” by Czeslaw
... See moreTimothy Ferriss • Tribe of Mentors: Short Life Advice from the Best in the World
A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help.
Donna Tartt • The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)
One by Mary Oliver The mosquito is so small it takes almost nothing to ruin it. Each leaf, the same. And the black ant, hurrying. So many lives, so many fortunes! Every morning, I walk softly and with forward glances down to the ponds and through the pinewoods. Mushrooms, even, have but a brief hour before the slug creeps to the feast, before the p
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Garth Greenwell • Small Rain
Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.