Wolves have never scared me; at home I chase warlocks by torchlight And, covered with sacks, I sleep beside horses Or knead, with dead arms, unleavenable bread. — J. V. Foix (translated by David H. Rosenthal)

Where is my love, my Marguerite, my mind To end all minds that leaves but human love? I cannot see your image for my eyes. — Theodore Roethke

Lost word and last word, far and long, Heard through the closing gate, Dies the dim echo of thy song! Soul, is it dark and late? Vast is the void, though hope is strong, We languish, but await. — A. E. Waite

Peter Paul Rubens & Jan Brueghel the Elder, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘶̈𝘴, c. 1615. River god Acheloüs explains to Theseus that his former lover Perimele has been transformed into a distant island by Neptune so that she could remain forever within the river’s embrace.

Prayer is a long vigil, and without words — without an asking. It must come from fire. Return to it. — Theodore Enslin

John Montague

@henreading No worries. I really liked what you wrote, that's why I wrote back. 🙏 Oh, and I love Schulz (though not as much as Gombrowicz, who called Schultz "a relentless, untempered masochist").

Hugo Simberg, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦; 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦, 1896.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. — Ezra Pound, 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘟𝘟

John Coltrane Quartet - Wise One

Robert Kelly

Nelly Sachs (translated by Ruth and Matthew Mead)

A life-illusion is never wholly untrue. It is a vaporous eidolon of yourself that walks about with you wherever you go. It is a shadow. And because it is a shadow it has truth. — John Cowper Powys, 𝘈 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦

Ioan P. Couliano, 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Kenneth Patchen

What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster? — Henry Miller

Jules Laforgue (translated by William Jay Smith)

Lenny Breau - Here's That Rainy Day

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it. — E. M. Cioran