November Graveyard

Vitae Nostrae Labentur

"The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind."

— Katherine Mansfield, Katherine Mansfield Notebooks: Complete Edition (via nemophilies)

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Elegy before the Coming of Spring, Anna Akhmatova


plinytheyounger:

…toi qui m'a consolée. Gérard de Nerval

The snowstorm grew quiet among the pines,
silence itself, drunk even without wine,
sang like Ophelia,
to us throughout the night.
He who appeared only to me
was betrothed to that silence.
After he’d said goodbye, he generously remained,
he remained with me till death.

translated by Richard McKane, from “Midnight Verses" poem cycle

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