closetpoesie

"find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks" -- William Shakespeare

The nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery (via anne-shirley-gilbert-blythe)

(Source: idratherdreamofjune, via she-wrote-the-sky)

Under thy shadow by the piers I waited
Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.
The City’s fiery parcels all undone,
Already snow submerges an iron year …
—Hart Crane, from The Bridge — To Brooklyn Bridge
Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
Beading thy path—condense eternity:
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms.
Hart Crane, from The BridgeTo Brooklyn Bridge