He is the ferryman
To dead land.
His price is everything.
written by Ted Hughes, from The Bear. (via xshayarsha)

I had it in mind that I
would be an old woman with you. But perhaps I
always had it in mind simply to be an old woman,
then, I decided it was you when you found me in that
apartment drinking whiskey for breakfast.
written by From Sonnet X by Dionne Brand (via hush-syrup)

She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, polite, resilient.
written by Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 
(via lesgardenias)

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I have so much of you in my heart.
written by John Keats, “Letter to Fanny Browne,” 8 July 1819
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I rhyme / To see myself, to set the darkness echoing
written by Seamus Heaney, from “Personal Helicon,” Death of a Naturalist (Faber & Faber, 1966)

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and I wait for you
in the shell of night by the shore
in the hum roaring from the depth of the sea
in the holes in the sky’s cape
in linden and acacia
among  pines and cedars
in the underbelly of the waves, in salt
I wait for you.
written by Adonis, from ‘Psalm’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

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You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.
written by Annie Dillard, “Write Till You Drop”
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