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existential-celestial · a day ago
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“…June is past, the fading rose;”
— Thomas Carew, from “A Song”
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existential-celestial · 2 days ago
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The Cure of Troy
Seamus Heaney —
Human beings suffer. They torture one another. They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured. History says, Don’t hope On the side of the grave,’ But then, once in a lifetime The longed for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme. So hope for a great sea- change On the far side of revenge. Believe that a further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracles. And cures and healing wells. Call miracle self-healing, The utter self revealing Double-take of feeling. If there’s fire on the mountain And lightning and storm And a god speaks from the sky That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry Of new life at its term. It means once in a lifetime That justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.
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existential-celestial · 3 days ago
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Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomena, or even human emotions. Mathematics, however, can illuminate them, can give them expression - in fact, nothing can prevent it from doing so.
Yōko Ogawa / The Housekeeper and the Professor
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existential-celestial · 4 days ago
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“Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.”
— C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
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existential-celestial · 5 days ago
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Robert Creeley, in For Love: Poems
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existential-celestial · 6 days ago
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“Oh, what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil, cark and care, New griefs, which coming hours unfold, And sad remembrance of the old? One hour with thee. One hour with thee! When burning June Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;”
— Sir Walter Scott , from “An Hour With Thee,” in The Random house Treasury of Favorite Love Poems 
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existential-celestial · 8 days ago
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Anne Sexton, from “Suicide Note” in The Complete Poems
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existential-celestial · 9 days ago
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More examples of the WORST mansplaining here.
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existential-celestial · 9 days ago
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“June 23rd, evening of the first fireflies,”
— Mark Doty, from “Deep Lane [June 23rd, evening of the first fireflies]’
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existential-celestial · 9 days ago
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“Oh, what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil, cark and care, New griefs, which coming hours unfold, And sad remembrance of the old? One hour with thee. One hour with thee! When burning June Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;”
— Sir Walter Scott , from “An Hour With Thee,” in The Random house Treasury of Favorite Love Poems 
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existential-celestial · 10 days ago
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estival
the abundance of darkness in the longest zenith of the sun, the world slouching towards all the unbearable: the loud silence of every beloved spine, the seething comfort of every severe shadow; who would not want to be half-hidden from the blood-smeared summer, mornings opening like mouth? who stands awake in this part-kiss, part-devouring? come sing, come sing: run deeper into the solstice light; darkness departs early today, child.
  — j. p. berame // no. 062118
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existential-celestial · 11 days ago
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“Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window. You were there, Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare Of uncontested summer all things raise Plainly their seeming into seamless air.”
— Richard Wilbur, from “June Light” 
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existential-celestial · 11 days ago
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Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss
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existential-celestial · 12 days ago
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“I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. […] I’ve known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
— Langston Hughes, from “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” The Selected Poems of Langston Hughes 
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existential-celestial · 12 days ago
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“At a terrace, somewhere near the stopper, There watched for me, one June, A girl:”
— Robert Browning, from “Confessions”
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existential-celestial · 13 days ago
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I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.
Langston Hughes, “I, Too” from The Collected Works of Langston Hughes
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existential-celestial · 13 days ago
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“Moonless, this June night is all the more alive with stars. Its darkness is perfumed with faint gusts from the blossoming lime trees, with the smell of wetted earth and the invisible greenness of the vines. There is silence; but a silence that breathes with the soft breathing of the sea and, in the thin shrill noise of a cricket, insistently, incessantly harps on the fact of its own deep perfection. Far away, the passage of a train is like a long caress, moving gently, with an inexorable gentleness, across the warm living body of the night.”
— Aldous Huxley, from “Music at Night,” in  Music at Night and Other Essays
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