#nelly sachs

[petaltexturedskies]

Nelly Sachs, from “Enigmas of Night” The Seeker, and Other Poems

#Nelly Sachs #december #typography

[sinligh]

As the year is ending,

The residual of all the life I’ve forbidden myself out of habit

is barely drawing a new beginning line

So where do i start ? today ?

By the time I woke up today i was already late, not in the sense that i had somewhere to be. No, but the urge to up and leave was almost hysterical

The only thing contradicting it

Was the hesitancy I chained my feet to before I went to sleep last night.

One foot in December, the other in January.

I thought i could still put an effort in trying, but then i started counting all the steps that i took away from reality

I’m so full of life that i don’t know how to put any of it to use; bits and pieces are falling behind because i have my hands so full of myself.

I rationalize the amount of love i absorb into my body, but.. it’s never wasted on me.

If it’s too much for me today, I’ll save it in, store it in a dark corner in my brain that resembles a personal pandora box

my prefrontal cortex

and when everything gets overwhelmingly dark I’ll open it then, let all the leftover love roam my world, and if it ruins me then so be it and if it fixes me…

Well, i don’t see it.

I strive for depth but the more i dig the deeper I’m buried

Naïve enough to expect that someone on the surface will surely notice, and walk back on my steps.

But it’s nothing to worry about now, is it ?

I’m young and I’m invincible and I’m on top of the world

I’m hesitant and I’m rotten. and I can’t stop thinking about throwing myself into this world

The way i was thrown in a pool as a child, expecting that contact will trigger an instinctive response and I’ll swim.. I’ll live.

So.. if I start spinning around myself in my kitchen like a dervish would do in sufi whirling..

it’s only because I’m overflowing with all that I want to be.. but i can’t.

•••

•Quotes: Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner/ Anne Sexton/ Fariha Róisín/ Sylvia Plath/ Mayclair/ Taylor Swift

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Mother and Children by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (Details) 2. Jean-Augustin Franquelin (detail). 3. Ettore Tito - Con la rosa tra le labbra. 4. Louis Janmot, Fleur des champs (details) 5. Art by Salvatore Postiglione (detail)

#sinligh poem #personal writing #on yearning #wasted potential #quotes #nelly sachs #anne sexton #fariha róisín #sylvia plath #Mayclair #taylor swift #web weaving #word weaving #blotched words #parallels #compilation #literature #spilled words #december #art compilation #art #paintings #william adolphe bouguereau #Jean Augustin Franquelin #ettore tito #louis janmot #salvatore postiglione #feminine hysteria #feminine rage

[nobrashfestivity]

Nelly Sachs

#nelly sachs #poetry

[okuryazarlar]

Eserlerinde savaşın insan üzerindeki tahribatını konu edinen, 1966 Nobel Edebiyat Ödülü paydaşı İsveçli şair ve yazar Nelly Sachs, 132 yıl evvel bugün dünyaya gelmişti.

#nelly sachs #edebiyat #şiir #şair #okuryazarlar

[oldwinesoul]

December's language is imprecise grief,

// Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, The Seeker: "Enigmas of Night,"

#Nelly Sachs #spilled poetry #dark academia #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts

[cor-ardens-archive]

nelly sachs | anne sexton

#nelly sachs #anne sexton #m. lit. #poetry

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

december is the month of creeping grief. a mercuric entropy with a mouth full of teeth. i don’t know what do to with myself anymore, when the night falls so soon.

Phoebe Bridgers, “If we Make it Through December” // Nelly Sachs (translated by Eric Plattner), “Enigmas of Night” in The Seeker // Sarah Kay // me (lol)

#december #winter #seasonal depression #word weaving #word webs #web weaving #phoebe bridgers #nelly sachs #sarah kay #poetry #words n quotes #words words words #winter is so cozy and it’s actually like my favourite season ever but god damn when the sun goes down at 4pm

[las-microfisuras]

Y nadie sabe cómo seguir

.

Aquí

donde naufragué en sal,

aquí en el mar

con sus azules niños de pecho,

que se nutren

posesos de luna

en el ama del alma-

aquí en la arena,

que danzaba en el zodíaco,

aquí yace lo cifrado con lo no nacido

apareces

hacia atrás

en el vacío oscureciente,

que en torno a ti espera,

una cesta para ser llenada

con frutas

que van por metálicas vías astrales

o

son expedidas

mi aliento te tiendo

y caigo

para habitar nuevamente en un cardo

que nunca será flor-.

- Nelly Sachs. Versión de Javier Tubía

#nelly sachs #m

[knifeeater]

White Snake Nelly Sachs

#white snake #nelly sachs #viscuous

[begottaum]

But perhaps God needs the longing, wherever else should it dwell,

Which with kisses and tears and sighs fills mysterious spaces of air -

And perhaps is invisible soil from which roots of stars grow and swell -

And the radiant voice across fields of parting which calls to reunion there?

O my beloved, perhaps in the sky of longing worlds have been born of our love -

Just as our breathing, in and out, builds a cradle for life and death?

We are grains of sand dark with farewell, lost in births’ secret treasure trove,

Around us already perhaps future moons, suns and stars blaze in a fiery wreath.

Nelly Sachs, Translated by Ruth and Mathew Mead

#perhaps #longing #invisible #poetry #nelly sachs

[la-semillera]

EVA HESSE & NELLY SACHS

¡Oh, la hora en Endor!

Testimonio del tormento de los cazadores encorvados, 

donde la herida de los apetitos encuentra su médico,

pero no sana -

..

País secreto 

construido sólo de encuentros con los muertos,

sólo por aliento movido -

.

Runa del anhelo, 

canto del gallo de la traición, 

primigenio y puro caminar de la fuente enturbiado por la sed – 

dementes nacen del cenit de tu silencio, 

se han vuelto impacientes 

por nostalgia – 

..

 Nadie sabe si el espacio de los mundos sangra 

con estigmas radiantes 

en su necesidad inmortal 

 y el corazón presiona hasta la muerte, 

cada corazón presiona hasta la muerte.

- Nelly Sachs,  fragmento de La hora en Endor en Viaje a la transparencia. Obra poética completa. Editorial Trotta. Traducción de José Luis Reina Palazón.

#eva hesse #nelly sachs

[thenewgothictwice]

Nelly Sachs, "In the evening your vision widens", translated by Michael Roloff.

"In the evening your vision widens

looks out beyond midnight -

twofold I stand before you -

green bud rising out of dried-up sepal,

in the room where we are of two worlds.

You too already extend far beyond the dead,

those who are here,

and know of what has flowered

out of the earth with its bark of enigma.

As in the womb the unborn

with the primordial light on its brow

has the rimless view

from star to star -

So ending flows to beginning

like the cry of a swan.

We are in a sickroom.

But the night belongs to the angels."

#nelly sachs #from my book collection #literature

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Nelly Sachs, excerpt from Flight and Metamorphosis (transl. Joshua Weiner and Linda B. Parshall)

#nelly sachs #poetry #translated poetry #translation #quotes #poetry quotes #german literature #german poetry #lit quotes #excerpt #excerpts #poem #poems #literature #literature quotes #e

[motifcollector]

love is a plant in desert sands

it serves in fire

and is not consumed—

Nelly Sachs, "Turned Away," Flight and Metamorphosis, trans. Joshua Weiner

#nelly sachs #literature #currently reading #poetry #on love

[villings]

Nunca sé si los deseos pavorosamente devorantes esos peces-espada calando las pieles suaves de los milagros del alma se acaban en la almendra llameante de la tierra y si el universo afligido en una vuelta de la noche no apagó de un soplo mi negra luz porque durmiendo perdí de nuevo una palabra de amor

"Ya no recuerdo" / Nelly Sachs

#Nelly Sachs #Ya no recuerdo #poesía #amor #palabra #luz #negra #noche #vuelta #universo #tierra #milagros #deseos #Versión de Klaus Dieter Vervuert y Rodolfo Alonso

[higherentity]

#nelly sachs #author #writer #nobel prize winner #nobel prize in literature #nelly #german #swedish