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Hart Crane, from “Passage”, The Collected Poems of Hart Crane
[Text ID: “Dangerously the summer burned”]
“Receive grace, live in grace, show grace and repeat.”
— T.B. LaBerge
“The dreamy air is full, and overflows / With tender memories (…)”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Poet’s Calendar; “October,”
Zeva Oelbaum, Cyanotypes (from “Blue Print”)
“Be careful who you trust, remember, the devil was once an angel.”
— Dean Winchester
“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”
— Christine Arylo
— Vladimir Nabokov, Mary
[ text ID: Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ]
“The hours we spent together passed quickly, that small path behind the station where we saw the sun going down over the fields and the evening sky reflected in the ditches, and where those old moss-covered tree-trunks are standing, and the little mill in the distance – I’ll walk there again and think of you.”
Letter #103. Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh. Dordrecht, Monday, 26 February 1877.
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
— Pablo Neruda
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Daughters of the Dust (Julie Dash, 1991)
Elie Wiesel, The Art of Fiction No. 79 (interviewed by John S. Friedman), The Paris Review [transcript below]
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“Quatre Saisons“ by Takako Ugachi
Emily Dickinson, from ’Ourselves were wed one summer–dear–’ (Poem #631), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
[Text ID: “And yet, one Summer, we were Queens– But You–were crowned in June–”]
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…and the result was that he harbored a longing for all that is infinite and inexpressible.
– Albert Vigoleis Thelen, The Island of Second Sight
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)
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this is romance
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“By day, cherry-scent from an unknown Wood near the town. July Holding new constellations, deep At night in the transparent sky -”
— Anna Akhmatova, from Everything Is Looted… in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks, (…)
J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Hobbit (via adrasteiax)
SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven
