I walk through the Christmas city lights, not a taxi in sight and the town going...– Anne Enright, The Forgotten Waltz (via wwnorton)
How dare anyone ever say that we don’t belong together? They will never know the evenings, the afternoons, the mornings Spent entangled in one another like a decades old oak tree Never knowing the true chemistry of our actions How could they know? Try to uproot us and see what results Even after death, our souls will forever be tangled.
The Song of Despair
by Pablo Neruda translated by W. S. Merwin The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked. In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From you the wings of the...
I see everything, I remember it all. Gently, lovingly, I preserve it in my...– Anna Akhmatova, from “In Tsarskoye Selo” (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)