Regarding myself as a mere echo,
Cave-like, unintelligible, nocturnal…
May 27, 1956
Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer (via growing-orbits)
I dream a lot. I do more painting when I’m not painting. It’s in the subconscious.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Brian Andreas, Story People (via rabbitinthemoon)