- First edition cover of Baudelaire’s Les fleurs du mal
but I say whatever
one loves, is
one loves, is
“
| — | Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute) |
..and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
“
| — | Vincent van Gogh |
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
“
| — | “Afternoon on a Hill,” Edna St. Vincent Millay |
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
“
| — | e.e. cummings |
And we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love.
“
| — | William Blake, from Songs of Innocence and of Experience (via bookoasis) |
Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.
Marred by greeting passing groups
In a cinder walk,
Near some naked blackberry hoops
Dim with purple chalk.
I remember three or four
Things you said in spite,
And an ugly coat you wore,
Plaided black and white.
Just a rainy day or two
And a bitter word.
Why do I remember you
As a singing bird?
“
| — | Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Souvenir” |
