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I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
St. John Of The Cross • The Dark Night of the Soul by St. John Of The… | Poetry Foundation
It sounded like a synonym for abandon.
Maggie Stiefvater • The Dream Thieves
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Solla, Solla, Solla
n.
an incantation whispered privately to yourself to celebrate the loss of something or someone you loved, which almost makes it feel like a deliberate renunciation, consciously deciding to relinquish them to an earlier part of your life.
n.
an incantation whispered privately to yourself to celebrate the loss of something or someone you loved, which almost makes it feel like a deliberate renunciation, consciously deciding to relinquish them to an earlier part of your life.
Solla, Solla, Solla | The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
How desperate I would be
if I couldn’t remember
the sun rising, if I couldn’t
remember trees, rivers; if I couldn’t
even remember, beloved,
your beloved name.
if I couldn’t remember
the sun rising, if I couldn’t
remember trees, rivers; if I couldn’t
even remember, beloved,
your beloved name.
Have you ever felt a memory slowly dissolve, not with pain—but with quiet acceptance? 🕯️
Oblioscend (oh-blee-oh-send) is a rare, poetic word describing the gentle fading of a memory until it is no longer painful. It doesn’t vanish abruptly—it softens, loses its edges, and slips into the background of your soul like an... See more
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