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“Think new things every day.”

— Democritus, Fragments, B158

Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

♡ fairytale-like words ♡

sea silk, sea foam, sea glass, honeydew, moonflowers, snowy eyelashes, pink powdered, otherworldly, lily eyed, misty days, melancholic dreamer, melodies, peach nectar, fallen rose petals, petals, glowing dreams, dazzling, gleaming, glassy eyes, ocean, sea,wavy hair, water nymph, mermaid, siren, faery, soft lullabies, ocean eyes, honeysuckle, ghost, tangled hair, dewdrops, dewy skin, shiny moonlight, innocent lamb, peachy cheeks, fairytales, velvet, fawn, doe eyed, sugar coated, wonderland, bunnies, enchanting, rose scented tears, rain, angels.

Beautiful Japanese nature-related diction, from Haruhiko Kindaichi’s The Japanese Language (translated by Umeyo Hirano):

hana-gumori — a hazy sky in the cherry-blossom season; literally, flower cloudiness harumeku — to become more like spring akimeku — to become more like autumn kareru — the death of plants edaburi — the way a tree branches hanafubuki — flowers falling in the wind like snowflakes konoshita-yami — darkness cast by dense trees kaerizaki — the unseasonable blooming of flowers; also the second blooming of spring flowers in autumn yosakura — the cherry blossoms viewed at night by torchlight; literally, night sakura

The many wrongly addressed letters. Then the unsent ones. Followed by the unwritten ones. And at last — again — the poem: the breathed breve... a few syllables too long. — (Wave shorts. Wave troughs. No crests at all.)

– Paul Celan, trans. Pierre Joris

Novalis, Heinrich von Ofterdingen: A Romance [originally published 1802]

“And we together sadly sank Into a reverie.”

— Emily Brontë, from A Day Dream

Alexander Blok, translated by Robert Chandler, from a poem titled "She Came Out in the Frost,"

“Everybody knows that really intimate conversation can only take place between two or three. Even if there are only six or seven present, collective language begins to dominate.”

— Simone Weil, Waiting on God

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"

Marguerite Duras, The Lover

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal

Seraphine Saintclair, “The Winglessness”

[He] felt that the murky twilight which was gradually seeping into the room was also slowly penetrating his body, transforming his blood into fog, and that he was powerless to stop the spell that was being cast on him by the twilight.

Vladimir Nabokov, Mary, 1926

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

T. S. Eliot — Portrait of a Lady

“If I can feel all this there must be something good in the universe…”

— Ezra Pound, from Poems And Translations (via violentwavesofemotion)

call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater

Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

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

Aeschylus’ (?) Prometheus Bound (tr. David Grene)

Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda.”

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Ottis P. Lord written c. March 1878

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (London, beginning of January 1874)

Adonis, from “Persons”, Selected Poems