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“In this quietude
I could almost count those autumnal stars,
yet I may not count them off one by one,
because the dawn will soon break,
because I have still tomorrow night,
because my youth is not yet done.”
―
I could almost count those autumnal stars,
yet I may not count them off one by one,
because the dawn will soon break,
because I have still tomorrow night,
because my youth is not yet done.”
―
“How can I do this? How can I leave everything known? How can I leave language and belonging and familiar faces, faces that look like mine? How can I leave this patch of earth that has been mine? Samson taught me once that the hydrangea blooms in a range of shades depending on the soil it sinks its roots into. From faintest pink to darkest night blue, the flower reflects the acidity of its patch of earth. How am I different? This person I am, will I be killed in the transition across the planet? What new person will emerge in that other soil?”
― What Lies Between Us
― What Lies Between Us
“Burnt-out ashes turn to fuel again.
Whose lamp is my heart that burns
Flickering all night long?”
―
Whose lamp is my heart that burns
Flickering all night long?”
―
“Under the dome of boundless universe,
under the dome of boundless cosmos
my body is but a flower that blooms and blasts.”
―
under the dome of boundless cosmos
my body is but a flower that blooms and blasts.”
―
“Despite my lifelong wish to live
like an immaculate petal
what shall I do
with the doleful fountain
that wells out
from the deep woods of my heart?”
―
like an immaculate petal
what shall I do
with the doleful fountain
that wells out
from the deep woods of my heart?”
―
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