Zora Gaebora

“I sleep among ravishing illusions and wake to their burden.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Three: 1925-1930

“VI.
I Remember You As You Were"

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.

Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.

I feel your eyes travelling, and the autumn is far off:
grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
toward which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.

Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“On a good day, every small thing is enchanting. Everything is a miracle. There is no emptiness. There is no need for forgiveness or escape or medicine. I hear only the wind in the trees, and my devils hatching their sacral plans, fusing all the shattered pieces together into a blanket of ice. I have found that it's under that ice that I can feel I am just another normal person. In the dark and cold, I am at 'peace.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Homesick for Another World

“The rest night knows, and we, and the tower that sees, and the light that showed me a path through the sea.”
― Ovid, Heroides