"Down the fern trail, it doesn’t matter where to Just so you’re weeks and worlds away from home And among midsummer hills have set up camp In the deep bronze glories of declining day."
- Anthony Hecht, The Book of Yolek
"Down the fern trail, it doesn’t matter where to Just so you’re weeks and worlds away from home And among midsummer hills have set up camp In the deep bronze glories of declining day."
- Anthony Hecht, The Book of Yolek
(via heartonherhand)
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.-Robert Frost
"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via aspun)
My beautiful new Penguin Classics journal
"I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read."
- Nicholson Baker, “The Anthologist”, p. 79
life:
Dear Hurricane Irene,
You are ruining our weekend.
Sincerely,
LIFE staff & all of NYC/East Coast/Etc.
(more: Hurricanes Seen From Space)
recently read Nikolski by Nicolas Dickner and this reminded me of the main characters and their fascinations with maps.. “To his mind, the road was nothing but a narrow nowhere, bounded on the starboard and port sides by the real world, a fascinating, inaccessible, unimaginable place” (37)
(via bookstorecouture)
