“i laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.”— Danez Smith, from “it began right here,” Don’t Call Us Dead
Shut up. September 2018.
Czeslaw Milosz, Notebook.
John Keat’s copy of ‘Paradise Lost’
“Isn’t hunger just another word for ache?”— Emma Rebholz, from “No Good Bloodsuckers,” published in The Misanthropy (via lifeinpoetry)
“The Bookworm. Woodcut by Margaret Haythorne.” The Survey. Nov. 1. 1930.
