Flower 58
"And beneath me, in their hidden places,
The great fishes talk of me
In a tongue I have forgotten."

Skipwith Cannéll, last lines of ”The King,” Poetry (September 1914).
"I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea’s consoling silence."
"I learned not to fear infinity,
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
The wheel turning away from itself,
The sprawl of the wave,
The on-coming water."

Theodore Roethke.

(Source: sun-garden)

"There are sermons in stones, aye and mud turtles at the bottoms of rock pools."

Henry David Thoreau.
"Whoever loves, come near. I want to break Venus’ ribs and cripple the goddess’ hips with clubs. If she can break my heart so tender, why can’t I break her head and end her?"

Graffiti left from a Roman citizen in Pompeii.

Robert Johnson - Cross Road Blues

(Source: sun-garden)

"I am myself. That is not enough.
The fever trickles and stiffens in my hair.
My ribs show. What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
Surely the sky is not that color,
Surely the grass should be rippling."

from The Jailer, Sylvia Plath.

(Source: rabbittongue)

"I’ve written this to keep from crying.
But I am crying,
only the tears won’t come."

Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend.