“i’m drinking red wine and you are far too far away. you are asleep and i am alone, drinking with a pen.”
— all the poets are drunkards (via serpentinity)
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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She waved her hand at the trees standing bare in the clear light of January.
Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Between the Acts,” c. 1941
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“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.”
Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights