lifeinpoetry: A cathedral, falling. One of those doves that, in the Greek original, the sufferer’s bow brings down. O him, beneath me. — Carl Phillips, from “North,” The Rest of Love

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams. Louise Glück, from Child Crying Out in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

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