Words That Will Come To Life Before Your Eyes

This blog is a collection of my favorite poetry, quotes, and some of my own work. All poems are originally written by me unless clearly stated differently.

Thanks & Enjoy! :)

“And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you’ll park or capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open”

—   "Postscript", Seamus Heaney. 

“Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance. It harrowed him
to hear the din of the loud banquet
every day in the hall, the harp being struck
and the clear song of a skilled poet
telling with mastery of man’s beginnings,
how the Almighty had made the earth
a gleaming plain girdled with waters;
in His splendour He set the sun and the moon
to be earth’s lamplight, lanterns for men,
and filled the broad lap of the world
with branches and leaves; and quickened life
in every other thing that moved.”

—   Beowulf, trans. Seamus Heaney, 2000, p. 9.

“TIME IS MOVING exactly at the pace a girl can read by candlelight. And when she mouths the words, running her finger under the words as she speaks them, tadpoles burst into frogs, a liver regenerates, flesh rises off the body as a fleck of dust. She never stops, except when her eyes get tired, and that’s when we notice the silence.”

—   David Keplinger, The Prayers of Others

“I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.”

—   Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems: "Elm", April 19,1962 (via quotes-shape-us)

“Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.”

—   Andrea Gibson, in this interview with Hooligan Magazine (via me-sexual)

(Source: writeaboutsilence, via sad-lolita)

“'The only people who see the whole picture,' he murmured, 'are the ones who step out of the frame.'”

—   Salman Rushdie (via likeafieldmouse)

“'If you take a book with you on a journey,' Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, 'an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it… yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.'”

—   Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via spinals)

(Source: observando, via hermionejg)


— Franz Kafka


— Franz Kafka

(via hermionejg)

“I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars.”

—   T. E. Lawerence (via expiredfeelings)

“People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.”

—   Ralph Waldo Emerson (via oxycyrus)

(Source: referenceforwriters, via hempslave)