June 2012
108 posts
Pans Labyrinth - Lullaby (music box)
The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing
T.S. Eliot
beyondstyx:
Δέδυκε μὲν ἀ σελάννα καὶ Πληίαδες· μέσαι δὲ νύκτες, παρὰ δ᾽ ἔρχετ᾽ ὤρα· ἔγω δὲ μόνα κατεύδω. The sinking moon has left the sky, The Pleiades have also gone. Midnight comes - and goes, the hours fly And solitary still, I lie.
- Sappho
“She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange...”
– The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss (via infiniteroses)
“At the full moon’s
rising, the silver-plumed
reeds tremble”
– Masaoki Shiki (via meanderingwind)
“With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force...”
– Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)
