closetpoesie

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

What’s so dreadful is that one can’t tear up the past by its roots. Yes, but I can try not to think of it. I must do that.

— Anna in Tolstoy’s Anna Karenin (tr. Rosemary Edmonds; p. 790 in ISBN 0140440410)

(Source: patrickbrianmooney)

13atg:

Childe Hassam,Frederick Oregon Coast, 1904

13atg:

Childe Hassam,Frederick Oregon Coast, 1904

(via noralomb)

How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state 
And situation with those dancing chips,
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless’d than living lips.
   Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
   Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 128

But lately, one rough day, this Flower I passed

And recognized it, though an altered form,

Now standing forth an offering of the blast,

And buffeted at will by rain and storm.

Wordsworth, from The Small Celandine

lilithsplace:

'View of Nagybánya with Gutin', 1900 - Béla Iványi-Grünwald (1867–1940) 

lilithsplace:

'View of Nagybánya with Gutin', 1900 - Béla Iványi-Grünwald (1867–1940) 

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So be not honest; eccentricity
Is not a thing should ever be encouraged,
Although, in this dull stupid age of ours,
The most eccentric thing a man can do
Is to have brains, then the mob mocks at him;
And for the mob, despise it as I do,
I hold its bubble praise and windy favours
In such account, that popularity
Is the one insult I have never suffered.

—Oscar Wilde, The Duchess of Padua (via talesofpassingtime)

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