Futility
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it awoke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved,—still warm,—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
sequinsandcitations:
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Owen’s notes as he was drafting Dulce et Decorum Est
A Sunday Kind Of Love
Etta James
“The messy parts are the best parts.” || asked by anon
a-little-insane:
This is my favorite selfie. Coincidentally, it’s the first photo I took with my DSLR.
Crushes are fun. Or at least they’re supposed to be fun as long as you keep them that way. As long as you don’t get emotionally invested or fixated or keep imagining your reality to be what it is not – crushes are fun. But if you expect too much or feel too easily, you might end up with self-inflicted heart ache which just leaves you feeling empty-handed or just plain empty. And all of this for someone who never even promised you anything from the start.
— Kovie Biakolo, Crushes Are Fun (via quote-book) —
Ernest Hemingway once sent F. Scott Fitzgerald a typescript of “A Farewell to Arms”. Fitzgerald sent back ten pages of edits and comments, signing off with “A beautiful book it is!” You can see Hemingway’s first reaction above (signed EH).
Well said, Ernest!
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thewreckageofmen:
I am in a cocoon of warmth and geometric shapes.
