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Night splits and the dawn breaks loose;
written by William Butler Yeats, from High Talk. (via xshayarsha)
written by William Butler Yeats, from High Talk. (via xshayarsha)
The lights - are like threads of golden beads
in my mouth is the taste of the night - leaf.
Liberate me from the bonds of - day,
my friends, understand: I’m nothing but your dream.
written by Marina Tsvetaeva, from From Insomnia in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein]
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in my mouth is the taste of the night - leaf.
Liberate me from the bonds of - day,
my friends, understand: I’m nothing but your dream.
written by Marina Tsvetaeva, from From Insomnia in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein]
(via adrasteiax)
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“Passion generated from passion. A rain that didn’t stop. A fire that couldn’t be put out. A body without end. A desire that lit up the bones and the darkness. We didn’t sleep except to be awakened by the thirst of salt for honey and the smell of slightly burned coffee, roasting over burning marble. Cold and hot was this night. Hot and cold was that moaning.”— Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982
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