And my song needs to breathe: poetry isn’t poetry
and prose isn’t prose. I dreamt that you are the last of what god told me
when I saw you both in my sleep, then there were words…
and prose isn’t prose. I dreamt that you are the last of what god told me
when I saw you both in my sleep, then there were words…
— Maḥmoud Darwish, from “Sonnet I” in The Butterfly’s Burden, trans. Fady Joudah (via proustitute)
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I am an idealist. I do not know where I am going but I am on my way.
— Carl Sandburg (via in-the-middle-of-a-daydream)
(via colourthysoul)
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