Vahide

“The Long Hill

I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down--
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me--
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown--
But it's no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.”
― Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

“من از شب حرف می زنم
من از نهایت تاریکی و از نهایت شب حرف می زنم
اگر به خانه من آمدی برای من ای مهربان چراغ بیاور و یک دریچه که از آن به ازدحام کوچه خوشبخت بنگرم”
― فروغ فرخزاد

“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”
― Edward Everett Hale