The Constellations of Summer, Francesco Levy
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The idea of you is a part of my mind;
Willa Cather, My Antonia (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify — it was like the light of truth itself […], as if it said: ‘This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.’ It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer.
Willa Cather, My Antonia (via exhaled-spirals)
Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”
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