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D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
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A half-ruinous tower and cliffs, the ocean and November, heavy in mist. This past and this ruin, this autumn, this ocean and this cliff are as delightful to us as the change from a close room and voices to the night and the open air.
Virginia Woolf, from "The Romantics" in The Complete Works
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“I love the earth, which mourns with me.”
— Friedrich Hölderlin, To the Sun God (via jardindefruits)
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— Fiona Apple
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Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954
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Virginia Woolf, 15th of October 1927, Diaries
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Guillaume Apollinaire, from "Rhenish Autumn" dedicated to Toussaint Luca
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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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Tamura Ryuichi, from Poems 1946-1998; “October Poem,” written c. 1943
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ancient greek word of the day: ὀμβρηγενής (ombrēgenēs), rain-born
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“We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and like all dreamers, asleep to the waking world.”
— Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel, 1951
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latin word of the day: ranunculus, a little frog, tadpole
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Empress Yamatohime, transl. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on The Sky; Poems from the Japanese
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Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
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Sylvia Plath
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Charles Baudelaire, from Sed non Satiata
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“—and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.”
— Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House