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I looked out at the spring night and was dazzled by its reality, by the black leaves on the trees, the black lawn that would be warm green in the morning.

– Alfred Chester, from “As I Was Going Up the Stairs,” Head of a Sad Angel: Stories 1953-1966 (Black Sparrow Press, 1990)

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞, 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾]

I Offer Love

I come to you not as a King, But a man of no renown. I am not Fionn of the Fianna, But Deimne the son of Muirne, Who was raised inside a dell

I have not much to offer, Yet my hand I still must bare. Your wit and tongue astound me, And your beauty I shan’t compare

If my heart be an open diary, Then I see your hand’s writing there

The love I offer is simple, Nothing more than a house on the hills; But I would buy you the finest thimble, If you would bless me with your skills.

Art by Mindy Lee

“[That] there were sunsets every day, that we weren’t meant to be coffined and buried whilst all the time still living, that nothing of the dark was so enormous that never could we surmount it, that always there were new chapters, that we must let go the old, open ourselves to symbolism, to the most unexpected of interpretations, that we must too, uncover what we’ve kept hidden, what we think we might have lost.”

— Anna Burns, from Milkman (via firstfullmoon)

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* ° 🐝. . * . . * ☘️. * 🌸*

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Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

I am not kidding when I say I want to run away into the woods to live amongst the moss and all the woodland and fairytale creatures.

“Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain.”

— Mary Oliver, from Pen And Paper And A Breath Of Air in “Blue Pastures”