February 2012
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“She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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“‘There were such pretty lanes in those days. That was how your uncle met...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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“It was green in the garden; grey the next. Here came the sun — an illimitable...”
– Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
“Ontem senti os teus lábios nos meus, quarta-feira às quatro da tarde.”
– “Anne”, em As Duas Inglesas e o Continente, de François Truffaut.
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“He was lying back comfortably in a deep arm-chair, smoking a cigar, and...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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“The flower blazed between the angles of the roots. Membrane after membrane was...”
– Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
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“At this early hour of a June morning the library was empty. Mrs. Giles had to...”
– Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
“The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,...”
– Billy Collins, from “Silence”
Plans for tonight include a nice cup of tea, my sister’s quilt and the movie Les Deux anglaises et le continent, by François Truffaut.
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“we fall asleep
with one hand under our head
and with the other in a mound of...”
– “I Would Like to Describe”, by Zbigniew Herbert (translated by Czeslaw Milosz)
“Our embrace lasted too long.
We loved right down to the bone.
I hear the...”
– Anna Świrszczyńska, from “I’ll Open the Window,” trans. Milosz and Nathan
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“She said nothing for a moment, but rested one hand, which was bare of glove,...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (Katharine Hilbery, thinking of Ralph Denham)
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“Instead of going straight back to the office today, Mary turned into the British...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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“Of all the hours of an ordinary working week-day, which are the pleasantest to...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
“But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in,...”
– Rabindranath Tagore
“After this deluge
I wish to see the dove
saved,
nothing but the dove.
I...”
– Ingeborg Bachmann, “After this Deluge” (translated by Johannes Beilharz)
