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header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Pinned
I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
February 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
one bird singing to the moon
February 1, 2026 at 5:42 PM
one bird singing to the moon
the subterranean sky
February 1, 2026 at 1:36 PM
the subterranean sky
mist and moon
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
February 1, 2026 at 9:05 AM
mist and moon
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
February 1, 2026 at 8:47 AM
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
February 1, 2026 at 8:23 AM
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
We taste and teel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Yeats
Yeats
February 1, 2026 at 8:15 AM
We taste and teel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Yeats
Yeats
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
February 1, 2026 at 7:58 AM
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
XV
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
January 31, 2026 at 8:31 PM
XV
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
Illusion of Always
Fragment, 8th century
Fragment, 8th century
January 31, 2026 at 7:39 PM
Illusion of Always
Fragment, 8th century
Fragment, 8th century
A Flight of Angels
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
January 31, 2026 at 7:21 PM
A Flight of Angels
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
Wallace Stevens, Harmonium
January 31, 2026 at 5:16 PM
Wallace Stevens, Harmonium
When we speak the word "life," it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
January 31, 2026 at 1:49 PM
When we speak the word "life," it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.
Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert
January 31, 2026 at 7:52 AM
And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.
Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert
I moonbathed diligently, as others sunbathe.
Denise Levertov
Denise Levertov
January 31, 2026 at 7:44 AM
I moonbathed diligently, as others sunbathe.
Denise Levertov
Denise Levertov
she did not sleep and wandered in light of moon
Art by Gertrude Abercrombie
Art by Gertrude Abercrombie
January 31, 2026 at 6:51 AM
she did not sleep and wandered in light of moon
Art by Gertrude Abercrombie
Art by Gertrude Abercrombie
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
Leonora Carrington
Leonora Carrington
January 30, 2026 at 8:21 AM
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
Leonora Carrington
Leonora Carrington
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.
Jack Gilbert
Jack Gilbert
January 30, 2026 at 8:16 AM
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.
Jack Gilbert
Jack Gilbert
Moon woke me up nine times
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
January 30, 2026 at 8:06 AM
Moon woke me up nine times
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
flower of sleep, good night
January 29, 2026 at 10:02 PM
flower of sleep, good night
true story: I rarely played,but a word came to me.never played again.
January 29, 2026 at 7:04 PM
true story: I rarely played,but a word came to me.never played again.