"In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says,—he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me."
-Emerson
-Emerson
"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
-W.H Auden, Funeral Blues
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
-W.H Auden, Funeral Blues
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There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
-Emily Dickinson,There Is Another Sky
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
-Emily Dickinson,There Is Another Sky
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A summer mango
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Turns out it's the favourite poem of one of my professors 🩷
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And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
-Anais Nin, Risk
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
-Anais Nin, Risk
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أطرقُ بابًا
أفتحهُ
لا أبصر إلا نفسي بابًا
أفتحهُ
أدخلُ
لا شيء سوى بابٍ آخر
يا ربي
كمْ بابًا يفصلني عني؟
― عدنان الصائغ
أفتحهُ
لا أبصر إلا نفسي بابًا
أفتحهُ
أدخلُ
لا شيء سوى بابٍ آخر
يا ربي
كمْ بابًا يفصلني عني؟
― عدنان الصائغ
A summer mango
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في تلك الخنادقِ التي عشتها ، وجدتني أكتُبُ، وأقرا وأقرا الكثير من الكتب، كأن "الحياة هي دائماً في مكانٍ آخر" كما ذهبت رواية ميلان كونديرا.
-عدنان الصائغ
-عدنان الصائغ
"Whatever's burning in me is mine! and I'll split this town in two and everything in it before I'll let you put it out!"
-Toni Morrison, Sula
-Toni Morrison, Sula
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"It is good to love as much as one can, for therein lies true strength, and he who loves much does much and is capable of much, and that which is done with love is well done."
-Van Gogh
-Van Gogh
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When a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying,
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
I wake in fear and put out my hand to find you
With your name on my lips.
No pain that the heart can hold is like to this one—
To call, forgetting, into aching space,
To reach out confident hands and find beside you
Only an empty place.
This should atone for the hours when I forget you.
Take then my offering, clean and sharp and sweet,
An agony brighter than years of dull remembrance.
I lay it at your feet.
-Aline Kilmet, Atonement
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
I wake in fear and put out my hand to find you
With your name on my lips.
No pain that the heart can hold is like to this one—
To call, forgetting, into aching space,
To reach out confident hands and find beside you
Only an empty place.
This should atone for the hours when I forget you.
Take then my offering, clean and sharp and sweet,
An agony brighter than years of dull remembrance.
I lay it at your feet.
-Aline Kilmet, Atonement
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