Mary

“في ذُرى الأطوادِ صمتٌ شاملٌ وســكونٌ قد غشـى الكونَ الفسيحْ
خيَّـــم الصــمتُ علــى الغـــابِ فلا صوت طيرٍ فيه أو نسمة ريحْ
كُـــلُّ شــيءٍ مُســتريحٌ هـــادئٌ وقــريباً أنــتَ أيضــاً تستـــــريحْ”
― غوته

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“How I go to the wood

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena