— Emily Dickinson (via mythologyofblue)
In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock —
nothing comes to give it form again.
Think of the body’s loneliness
At night pacing the sheared field,
its shadow buckled tightly around.
Such a long journey.
-Louise Glück, excerpt from “The Garden”
Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world is
salt water and dark clouds, the world
is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn
comes slowly, and changes nothing.
-Philip Levine, excerpt from the poem, “Let me begin again”
— Michel Foucault (via mythologyofblue)
— Paul Gauguin (via mythologyofblue)