April 2011
59 posts
“I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her...”
– Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver (via artpropelled)
“Sometimes when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.”
– Pessoa (via tumbleword)
aperfectcommotion:
“A poem begins as…a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.”
-Robert Frost
“It is very cold
walking into the long scraped April wind.
At this time of year...”
– Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay” (via aperfectcommotion)
