Hope is the feeling you have that the feeling you have isn’t permanent.
— Mignon McLaughlin
The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960
via The American Scholar (Summer, 2008)
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Hope is the feeling you have that the feeling you have isn’t permanent.
— Mignon McLaughlin
The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960
via The American Scholar (Summer, 2008)
— sdh
Go to Source
Author: The Best American Poetry
Walk, Road ahead, The leering hyenas waiting To taste a piece of meat, They are thirsty, Rolling tongues, I can see. A nasty stare At my body, I feel so dirty. Taking a step, I walk back, Are they coming for me? Fear Strikes my heart, Run, run, All I hear. I try my best…
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Everyone here is green, young and nascent, not yet having earned their true darkness. Never mind; it will come soon enough. Their hearts will be betrayed, minds argued with, and the solid truth of their twenties and teens will settle into wavy ideas and more open conclusions later in life. They will rise up the…
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Anna-Eva Bergman N°33 1947 ‘Ensomhet’ huset (gyllne snitt), “Solitude: the house (gold part)” Gestern, hab’ich zu viel Weißwein getrunken… It’s always so difficult to know where to begin. The sound of the phrase Gestern, hab’ich… makes me hear Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure. It reminds me, too, of how very dissimilar things,…