Mary

“His heart is a suspended lute; As soon as you touch it, it resonates.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher

“Great land of sublimated things, thou World of Books, happy asyluum, refreshment and refuge from the world of everyday! . . .”
― H.G. Wells, The History of Mr. Polly

“The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:

Even as a broken mirror, which the glass
In every fragment multiplies; and makes
A thousand images of one that was,
The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold,
And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
Yet withers on till all without is old,
Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.”
― Lord Byron, The Complete Poetical Works of Byron

“There are so many people who’ve come before us,
arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo.
Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them,
generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay.
I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.”
― Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things