“Fragmentary Stars
So wide the wells of darkness sink,
These, having their own light, that are lost with the light,
Appear, immersed in mournfulness over the night,
Like things that in sleep will come to the mind’s brink:
The bright Aldebaran and seven that hover,
Seven wild and pale, clouding their brightness over;
And the flame that fell with summer, and the rose of stars returning,
Like tears piercing the sky,
Glittering without cause, for the piece of a legend,
Wept I know not why,
As none can say,
As countless they weep
Ranging without fold beyond the order of day--
The brightmost, the forgotten,
Gathered only of sleep,
All night upon the lids set burning,
Shaken from the lids of morning.”
--Léonie Adams
"Have you ever wondered how many Romanian books are available in English translation?" (via @wystandoll)
"The number one killer in the world is dysentery, but you don't see anyone going around wearing brown ribbons, do you?" --Katherine Russell Rich, The Red Devil (1999)
"I think it’s a good song, but I think too many people sing it."
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