eros the bittersweet

rock and hawk

Here is a symbol in which
Many high tragic thoughts
Watch their own eyes.


This gray rock, standing tall
On the headland, where the sea-wind
Lets no tree grow,


Earthquake-proved, and signatured
By ages of storms: on its peak
A falcon has perched.


I think, here is your emblem
To hang in the future sky;
Not the cross, not the hive,


But this; bright power, dark peace;
Fierce consciousness joined with final
Disinterestedness;


Life with calm death; the falcon’s
Realist eyes and act
Married to the massive


Mysticism of stone,
Which failure cannot cast down
Nor success make proud.



by robinson jeffers

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.