June 2013
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.
The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.
The nimbus is spread
above our island. Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves. The books
of fall litter the bed.
What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
—Canto LXXXI
- Ezra Pound
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.” —
Dylan Thomas, from ‘And Death Shall Have No Dominion’.
(via caveofhypnos)
England consists of two parts - one with rivers and cities and bridges, the other inhabited
by snakes and ghosts - relations between England and the Other World have
been celebrated and cordial.” —
Jorge Luis Borges fragment, from Herbert Pfostl’s ‘To Die No More’.
(via caveofhypnos)
By day I praised you
And never knew it.
By night I stayed with you
And never knew it.
I always thought that I was me – but no,
I was you
and never knew it!
Rumi
Version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise
Bantam Books, 1992
(via mycolorbook)