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Amundsen continued in what Cook described as the language of the Belgica, a mix in this case of Flemish, German, and Norwegian: “There is a relation between the tongue and the harpoon. Both can inflict painful wounds. The cut of the lance ...more
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E.E. Cummings
“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

C.J. Sansom
“We of alien looks or words must stick together.”
C.J. Sansom, Revelation

Ellen Bass
“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
Ellen Bass

E.E. Cummings
“The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
E.E. Cummings

John Steinbeck
“I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.”
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

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