“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”— S.Plath, Elm
“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”— S.Plath, Elm
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I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Antonio Machado, from “Last night, as I was sleeping,” Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, trans. Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)
“I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.”
— Michelle Williams