Etikett: my mayflower
June, July, August.
Everything wrong, and nowhere to go.
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)
In another universe, you can’t live without me.
The past I remember time cannot erase / The letter you wrote me it was written in shame / And I know that your conscience still echo’s my name
Rock, Salt and Nails by Bob Dylan
It’s fine, that all’s black,
That life’s – a cursed hell.
O, that you’d come back –
I was so certain, as well.
Anna Akhmatova, from White Night.
I’d miss a thousand sunsets just to look at your eyes.
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My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.
Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959
Alain Resnais, ‘Hiroshima mon amour’. 1959.
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