Tag: poetry

girlwithouthands:

“You have never known winter in the Black Forest, have you? I know that you will say you have snows and forests in England, but I have seen what you call forests and can tell you that there can be no comparison to the Schwarzwald, its trees covered in a dense canopy of untouched snow. There is such a silence there as I have never encountered anywhere else on earth, with every sound seeming to die the moment it touches that soft white blanket of virgin snow. By day, it is the most beautiful serenity, this calm stillness. But by night, oh my friend, by night it becomes something altogether else. The quiet of the forest, it becomes like the world is holding its breath, waiting to strike, and in those parts where the canopy clears enough that the moon shines down, it casts everything into the most ghostly shades. I lost count of the number of times I swore I saw figures in the shadows, briefly illuminated by the moonlit glow of that frozen land.“

— excerpt of “Schwarzwald” from The Magnus Archives

ofallingstar:

“It is spring, and the night wind
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out its beauty
which you see as beauty finally,
warm and offering everything.”

— Margaret Atwood, from No Name in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″

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sheismyshe:

“What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.”

— Richard Siken, Landscape With Fruit Rot and Millipede