March 2011
9 posts
“May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a...”
– Irish blessing (via ytdelivers)
Blasphemy
wwnorton:
Let the blasphemy be spoken: poetry can save us, not the way a fisherman pulls the drowning swimmer into his boat, not the way Jesus, between screams, promised life everlasting to the thief crucified beside him on the hill, but salvation nevertheless.
Somewhere a convict sobs into a book of poems from the prison library, and I know why his hands are careful not to break the brittle...
“And in the Spring I shed my skin and it goes away with the changing winds.”
– Florence Welch (via edatrix) 