poetry – Sida 27 – beberequin

Go outside where the world awaits you like a garden. Go outside to the roses,

Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me,

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Henry Treece written c. May 1938

“She looked like a very wise mermaid rising out of a motley coloured sea;”

— Iris Murdoch, from “Under The Net,” published c. September 1954

“A happy ending: She agreed to love herself deeply. She was finally the sun of her own life.”

— Juansen Dizon

I’d miss a thousand sunsets just to look at your eyes.

Unknown (via syntacked)

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

Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

Oscar Wilde, from The Picture Of Dorian Gray

“The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.”

— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to her lover Vita Sackville-West

“She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.”

— Tom Waits (via crimsonkismet)

“You’re still the only one that made me feel / The closest thing to love.”

— Frayle, from The White Witch (2018); “Things That Make Us Bleed,”