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musings on grief

Lisa Marie Basile, Nick Alm, Callista Buchen, Max Porter, Gustav Klimt, Fortesa Latifi, Safet Zec, Anna Akhmatova, Chen Chen, Sergey Andriyaka, Anne Carson, Svetlana Tartakovska, Max Porter, Lindsey Kustusch, Patrick Kavanagh

driflloon:

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metamorphesque:

text id: Live in yourself. There is a whole deep world of being in your soul, burdened with mystery and thought. The noise outside will snuff it out. Day’s clear light can break the spell. Hear your own singing – and be still.ALT

“Silentium”, Fyodor Tyutchev (translated by John Cournos)

metamorphesque:

text id:      The world's greatest dramas will never be penned. They will not be written because actors cannot sit and be silent on stage. In life, people can.ALT

Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)

laurelindorenan:

I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it’s always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.

metamorphesque:

text id: You took away all the oceans and all the room. You gave me my shoe-size in earth with bars around it. Where did it get you? Nowhere. You left me my lips, and they shape words, even in silence.ALT

‘You took away all the oceans and all the room’, Osip Mandelstam (translated by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin)

metamorphesque:

text id: In slumber’s grasp, an ewe drew near, Inquiring with a gaze sincere: “May God keep all your children safe! Was my son’s flesh the one you craved?”ALT

Hovhannes Tumanyan, “In slumber’s grasp…” (translated by metamorphesque)

metamorphesque:

text id:  We sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars.ALT

― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)

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“White Night”, Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)

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“I won’t beg for your love …”, Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)

metamorphesque:

text id: I hate your name Just as you Despise these hands that cherished you.ALT
text id: I hate your name Which like a thorn has run aground deep in my tongue.  And why don’t you ever inquire What color paints it would requireALT
text id: to paint your name? I would detest even that color. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ALT
text id: …If I ever have a daughter She’ll bear your name - I hate your name!ALT

“Your Name”, Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)

weltenwellen:

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

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May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

soracities:

“some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea”

Ocean Vuong, from ‘My Father Writes From Prison’, Night Sky With Exit Wounds