Gennady Aygi, Tr. By Peter France, From “The People Are A Temple.”

Aeschylus’ (?) Prometheus Bound (tr. David Grene)

T.S. Eliot, from “III. The Fire Sermon”, Collected Poems, 1909-1962

— Adonis, from Singular in a Plural Form, tr. by Khaled Mattawa

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Everybody knows that really intimate conversation can only take place between two or three. Even if there are only six or seven present, collective language begins to dominate.”

— Simone Weil, Waiting on God

“…dusk is falling, I love you.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke (via loveage-moondream)

“When we’re most intense—who’ll flinch?”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Phrases,”

“The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.”

— Barry H. Gillespie

“I think there is pressure on people to turn every negative into a positive, but we should be allowed to say, ‘I went through something really strange and awful and it has altered me forever.’”

— Marian Keyes (via herpaperweight)

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]