On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
"Dark Haired Miriam Ran Away" by Patrick Kavanagh (via thewhelmingflood)
Raglan Road | Cristin Milioti
"My acquisition and digestion of books is, to be frank, absurd. Just get a Kindle, everyone advised me a few years ago. Yet here I am, packing for a short flight between London and Belfast, with my Kindle, certainly, but also with four or five hardback books jammed into my hand luggage, just in case. Just in case we happen to fly through a wrinkle in time in which an hour expands to accommodate infinity."
“Her blonde hair was part of an attempt to to start over and adopt a new persona, following her first suicide attempt in August of 1953.“Plath, who had spent six months in psychiatric care following the suicide attempt, had seemed to improve greatly by the the summer of 1954. This period of time has been lovingly referred to by her biographers as her “platinum summer.”
I love how Dublin is an old yet young city.
"That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments." — 11/22/63
This Yellow Submarine should be filled with loose tea or herbs, not Beatles (or beetles for that matter). Simply fill your cup or teapot with boiling water and immerse the submarine. Currently on sale at Amazon.
Bring your furry companion with you wherever you go. Or a small, white gold-plated version of them. When worn around your neck, this cat pendant appears to be lovingly pawing at your neck. Hung on a sterling silver chain. Sold on Etsy.
Marlene Dietrich and Jane Wyman in Stage Fright (Alfred Hitchcock, 1950). Not one of his better efforts, but still a lot of fun in places.
"Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!"
Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via greenkneehighs)