Blow, ye winds, and crack your cheeks!

Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world!
Jan 29 '12
“their heart grew cold
they let their wings down”
— Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter (via proustitute)

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