December 2011
“When one dreams of another,
Are both aware of it?
We’re apart as darkness is...”
– Yüan Chen, Three Dreams at Chiang-ling Translated by William H. Nienhauser (via frenchtwist)
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“Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”
– Emil Cioran (via awokado)
“I have walked much to the sea, not knowing what I seek.”
– Loren Eiseley, “The Inner Galaxy,” from The Unexpected Universe
(touba)
“We are involved with flower, leaf, and fruit.
They speak not just the language...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, from “XIV,” trans. Stephen Mitchell (via proustitute)
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“On average, odd years have been the best for me.
I’m at a point where everyone...”
– Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney (with thanks to read a little poetry)
