memoryslandscape:

“I have found myself where I never was, dream- drowning and entering the memory of all cries made by the sudden cramp of love, feeling my heart swell against each rib of a remembered light.”

— Dave Smith, from “Sea Change: The Rented House at Seal Rock, Oregon,” Floating on Solitude: Three Volumes of Poetry (University of Illinois Press, 1996)

memoryslandscape:

“What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?”

— Agha Shahid Ali, from “Ghazal,” Rooms Are Never Finished (W. W. Norton, 2002)

night-rooms:

“I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.”

— Alice Oswald, from “Full Moon” published in Poetry (via farmwitch)

caffeinatedstarship:

be careful on halloween, i just found The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Peter Bruegel the Elder inside this snickers bar