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My Diry

He Lives In Dream.....Alone

She wants something.

Something that doesn’t exist.

She wants something to counter hopelessness.

She wants the wondrous thing,

The star hidden behind the stars.

—	Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,” (via violentwavesofemotion) "your voice is sand scattered in wind." —  Louise Glück, from Afterword in “Faithful And Virtuous Night”

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My Diry

He Lives In Dream...Alone

"(…) history

breeds death but if you kill it,

you kill yourself."

—	Margaret Atwood, from Two-Headed Poems in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″  "Roses, sea-blood, goddess-twilight," —  Gottfried Benn, tr. by Michael 🍔, from “Subway 🚇,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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My Diry

He Lives In Dream....Alone

"Tiresome heart, forever living and dying."

—

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Wild Swans” in Selected Poems  (via atreides) "The secret of the moon within your eyes!" —  D.H. Lawrence, from Two Wives in “The Complete Poems Of D.H. Lawrence” It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors. —  Oscar Wilde, from Salome

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My Diary

"He Lives In Dream...Alone" 

"a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs."

—	Rainer Maria Rilke, from The 📓 Of A Monastic Life: I, 5 in “Rilke’s 📓 Of Hours: 😍 Poems To God” [translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy]

"Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain."

—	Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis

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My Diry

 HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE

"(…) your world just a whisper, a holy name uttered

before sleep and dreams of burning"

—

Vandana Khanna, from You Who Have Taken The Name Clare in “🚇 To Agra”  "(…) Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole." —  Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis

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My Diry

"HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE"

"(…) I search in these woods and find nothing worse 

than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns."

—

Anne Sexton, from Kind Sir: These Woods in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”  "(…) I am still and plain: no more words." —  Rainer Maria Rilke, from The 📓 Of A Monastic Life: I, 50 in “Rilke’s 📓 Of Hours: 😍 Poems To God” [translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy]  Ich werde wieder still und schlicht, und meine Stimme steht;

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My Diry

 HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE

"Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew."

—

Adam Zagajewski, tr. by Clare Cavanagh, from “Try to Praise the Mutilated 🌍,” (via violentwavesofemotion) "eternal snows littered with stars, valleys in flower offering fragrances of earth…" —  Rainer Maria Rilke, from The 📓 Of Poverty And Death: III, 2 in “Rilke’s 📓 Of Hours: 😍 Poems To God” [translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy]  ewiger Schnee, in dem die Sterne lahmen, und Träger jener Tale der Cyclamen, aus denen aller Duft der Erde geht…

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My Diry

HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE

1- "Certain flowers die with your smile."

—	Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems; “To My Son,”

2- "Meeting you was unique. Nothing like you before. And nothing like you after."

—	Un Beau Soleil Intérieur (2017) dir. by Claire Denis

HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE

He lives in dreams...alone

scarlet - reader, writer,dream chaser

"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth."

"eternal snows littered with stars,

valleys in flower

offering fragrances of earth…"

—	Rainer Maria Rilke, from The 📓 Of Poverty And Death: III, 2 in “Rilke’s 📓 Of Hours: 💛 Poems To God” [translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy]  ewiger Schnee, in dem die Sterne lahmen, und Träger jener Tale der Cyclamen, aus denen aller Duft der Erde geht…

"You, that at this moment are to me / Dearer than words on paper,"

—	Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets,”

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