“You have to be always drunk… So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.”
“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”—Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (via loveyourchaos)
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry's ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is...