come back

(an afternoon photo by me)

where did you go?
please come back soon.
i miss your small comfort.
calm.

“Books may well be the only true magic.”
-Alice Hoffman

six months ago

i saw this on a walk through boston six months ago today.

as someone allergic to apples...

“The moral of Snow White is never eat apples.”

- Lemony Snicket

the apartment

(photo via ffffound.com)

the apartment is oddly quiet,
with no heat on, no white noise.
i hear, feel vibrations of life all round
echos in the quiet steel
eerily they come through the walls.

i think i will play nina simone to feel the blank spaces in-between.

resonance

"Such violence of affliction indeed could not be supposed forever; it sunk within a few days into a calmer melancholy; but these employments, to which she daily recurred, her solitary walks and silent meditations, still produced occasional effusions of sorrow as lively as ever."
- Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

a waltz

saw this video on a website today and it reminded me of how much i like the movie is it from and all the memories associated with it. but it is okay. i've been singing 'let me sing you a waltz...' all day.

ffffound

both via ffffound.com

it has been a long week...i will write my own words another night.

calm

today i longed for calm.
i longed for partnership.
longed for solitude.
longed as the day was long.

(monday morning by moi)

love affair

today's love affair is with W.H. Auden.
*all quotations from this website

Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

(via ffffound.com)

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong


(via ffffound.com)

Between the ages of twenty and forty we are engaged in the process of discovering who we are, which involves learning the difference between accidental limitations which it is our duty to outgrow and the necessary limitations of our nature beyond which we cannot trespass with impunity.


(via ffffound.com)

Recipe for the upbringing of a poet: 'As much neurosis as the child can bear.'

new poet love

a photo taken today by moi

i've been reading more sara teasdale poetry and i really like it. i've bought a book of her collected poems and am patiently awaiting its arrival.
today, i read this.

power

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.”

- Washington Irving

london calling

today i miss london.
and england.

(via ffffound.com)

today i read a poem:
After Love
by Sara Teasdale

welcome home

(via ffffound.com)

Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.
- Graham Greene