Bigollo

“و إذا استوحش الإنسان تمثّل له الشىء الصغير فى صورة الكبيرة و ارتاب و تفرّق ذهنه- فرأى مالا يُرى و سمع مالا يُسمع و توهم على الشىء اليسير الحقير، أنه عظيمٌ جليل”
― عمرو بن بحر الجاحظ

“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“الحزنُ ضعف، ولو صرت به شبه إله. والشعورُ بالذنبِ ضعف، ولو صرت به قديساً. والشفقةُ على أيّ شيءِ وعلى نفسك ضعف، ولو صرت بها مسيحاً.”
― حسين البرغوثي, الضوء الأزرق

“when i was a boy
a god often rescued me
from the shouts and the rods of men
and i played among trees and flowers
secure in their kindness
and the breezes of heaven
were playing there too.

and as you delight
the hearts of plants
when they stretch towards you
with little strength

so you delighted the heart in me
father Helios, and like Endymion
i was your favourite,
Moon. o all

you friendly
and faithful gods
i wish you could know
how my soul has loved you.

even though when i called to you then
it was not yet with names, and you
never named me as people do
as though they knew one another

i knew you better
than i have ever known them.
i understood the stillness above the sky
but never the words of men.

trees were my teachers
melodious trees
and i learned to love
among flowers.

i grew up in the arms of the gods.”
― Friedrich Holderlin, Selected Poems and Fragments