“Ne Savez-vous Point Que Vous êtes Mon Soleil Pendant Le Jour Et Mon étoile Pendant La Nuit?”

“I look around my library some nights and I do these terrible things to myself: I count up the books and think, how long I might have to live and think, ‘Fuck, I can’t read two-thirds of these books.’ It overwhelms me with sadness.”

— David Bowie, 2002

moon·struck

/ˈmo͞onˌstrək/

adjective unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love. 

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]

“It isn’t necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.”

— Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

Gennady Aygi, tr. by Peter France, from “The People Are a Temple.”

Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosse on translating Abdulla Pashew's "Resurrection" (essay here, full poem here) [ID'd]

Mikhail Kuzmin, from “The Summer’s Love,” featured in “A Treasury of Russian Verse,”

“—I have a childlike heart”

— Sappho, Fragments (tr. by Mary Barnard)