That Enchanted Place

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And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.
The House At Pooh Corner, A.A. Milne (via zamirarahim)

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I.
When it is time for
the walk home, remember to
hold your head up.

If you can’t, sit down until

you find the strength for it.

II.
Walk like pepper spray, like
don’t fucking touch me, like
don’t make me use this.
Walk like the knife in your
pocket is in your hands,
like you were born with
it there, because weren’t you?

III.
If your body can’t just be a body,

then it can at least be a weapon.

It can at least be yours.

IV.
They tell you to
be careful.

They tell your brother to
be good.

V.
Why won’t they let
you be dangerous?
Why won’t they let
you be scary?
Don’t they know?
Don’t they?

Caitlyn Siehl, The Walk Home (via alonesomes)

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”

I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.

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You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.
Jamie Tworkowski (via quotethat)

Filed under from jainni LOVE For those days

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I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

I Am In Need Of  Music, Elizabeth Bishop

Filed under Elizabeth Bishop i am in need of music poetry poem poet well this seems appropriate