"It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound - that he will never get over it."
— Robert Frost (via writingquotes)
Left my home and left my love // Caught on a rusty nail // Devil rose up, heavy with gold // My soul’s not for sale // Then a holy man in a house of God // He offered me a book of prayer // And when I left my home I left my love // I left my faith back there
i’m gonna smoke you out
"I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping."
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping."
— Dean Young (via oofpoetry)
"I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman."
— Villette by Charlotte Bronte (via marginalutilite)
3:48 PM
We drove the back way home from my graduation and I just found out there are SWAMPS back there
and the city is building bridges to connect a walking trail over by the university I’m going to and they look like old railroad bridges
my southern gothic feels are tingling all over
