sara.robin:
“The swimmer lets himself fall out of the day heat and down through a gold bath of light deepening and cooling into thousands of evenings, thousands of Augusts, thousands of human sleeps.” Anne Carson
sara.robin:
“Over the unmoving black body of the lake the moon dreams its gold dream of life, as if it were alone in the world and what dreamer is not?” Anne Carson
sara.robin:
“ A strange greening on top of the water. The swimmer is trying to remember a sentence from Rilke about the world one beat before a thunderstorm - “ Anne Carson
sara.robin:
“The swimmer stands a moment, then drops, down through the dark blue mirror of the lake, to search for red legs and balancings and memories of the way people use love.” Anne Carson
sara.robin:
~ Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. ~ Seamus Heaney
