June 2012
Sharing Poetry: Theodore Roethke, "The Waking" →
sharingpoetry:
I strolled across An open field; The sun was out; Heat was happy.
This way! This way! The wren’s throat shimmered, Either to other, The blossoms sang.
The stones sang, The little ones did, And the flowers jumped Like small goats.
A ragged fringe Of daisys waved; I wasn’t alone In a grove of…
“Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers...”
– Sylvia Plath, I Am Vertical
Thank you, Frenchtwist *
(via regardintemporel)
“Like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency...”
– Slavoj Zizek answers the question: What does love feel like? in this interview in The Guardian. With thanks to this original post.
