January 2012
0 posts
: I thought that I could not be hurt by Sylvia... →
I thought that I could not be hurt; I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering- immune to pain or agony. My world was warm with April sun my thoughts were spangled green and gold; my soul filled up with joy, yet felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy can hold. My spirit soared…
“For last year’s word belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await...”
– T. S. Eliot, from Section II of Quartet no. 4 “Little Gidding”, in Four Quartets (with thanks to apoetreflects)
Watchteaganwh:
Water moving ice around on the edge of the St Croix river. The sound was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced, and the ice mostly melted within minutes of finding it.
December 2011
37 posts
“(How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “I thought that I could not be hurt” (via growing-orbits)
July 2011
117 posts
"Colombia cuenta" (Cuentos RCN) | Flickr - Photo... →
