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Odysseus’ Decision

by Louise Glück

The great man turns his back on the island. Now he will not die in paradise nor hear again the lutes of paradise among the olive trees, by the clear pools under the cypresses. Time begins now, in which he hears again that pulse which is the narrative sea, at dawn when its pull is strongest. What has brought us here will lead us away; our ship sways in the tinted harbor water. Now the spell is ended. Give him back his life, sea that can only move forward.          

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All eyes, gazing trees. Trunks of eyes, branches of eyes, leaves of eyes. Nothing but eyes. Dry rivers.

From “Trees of Eyes,” by Max Lobdell

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Queens, New York by Just Karen on Flickr.

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“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”

literature posters; ulysses by james joyce

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(via #whit_johns|Whitney) @instagram

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Drink local. Refill often.

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Edinburgh, Scotland.  

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Cy Twombly,  Analysis of the Rose as Sentimental Despair, 1985

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“Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath, born today in 1932