George Catlin, Medicine Man, Performing His Mysteries over a Dying Man, 1832
… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star.
The days go by. But I’m still here. In full flower.Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Le Pont Mirabeau,” trans. The Paris Review
Let night come. Let the hour chime on the mantel.
Love goes away the way this river flows away.
How violently flowers fade. How awfully slow life is.