I thought jewelweed pods were fairy peas and I picked them carefully so they would not pop and spoil my gift. I laid them carefully on leaf platters, along with berries my mother told me not to eat and colorful flower petals. A perfect feast. I had a stone circle built, a fairy circle, a castle, an altar, and there I left my offerings. Sometimes I wanted a wish in return. Sometimes I needed the fae to remember that I knew how to take care of my own kind.
Over there, a mountain side
billowing over a timeless pride
a valley, full of wisps and sighs
each flower an ear
each leaf an eye
.
The sun does not set here
forever, the full moon bright and sheer
will expel the living of their fear
the light-filled twins
share a darkened sky
.
I sat down amongst it all
my mind swaying, a graceful fall
settled within this imagined world
my head a blur
my heart a whirl
Hold me over a rainbow
Hold me over the tearful seas
Hear the blackbird calling
Calling through the breeze
Any quotes about night and stars, please? ✨
"The night is shaped like a howling wolf."
— Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness; from ‘Paths of the Mirror’, tr. Yvette Siegert
"Then, it being night, and the twin stars of Castor and Pollux just visible in the sky, I spoke of that tragedy, of two brothers whose love we might find unnatural, so stricken in grief when one was killed that the other, begging for his life again, accepted instead that for half the year one might live, and for the rest of the year the other, but never the two together. So it is for us, who while on earth in these suits of lead sense the presence of one we love, not far away but too far to touch."
— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Sexing the Cherry'
"The night is cold and delicate and full of angels"
— John Ashbery, Rivers and Mountains; from ‘The Ecclesiast’
"Oh starry starry night! This is how / I want to die."
— Anne Sexton, All My Pretty Ones; from ‘The Starry Night’
"Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more."
—Jeanette Winterson, from 'Why I adore the night'
"…a strange night-time otherworld of darkness and starlight and the fine line between life and death."
— Katherine Clements, from 'The Coffin Path'
"But the Orphics say that black-winged Night, a goddess of whom even Zeus stands in awe, was courted by the Wind and laid a silver egg in the womb of Darkness; and that Eros, whom some call Phanes, was hatched from this egg and set the Universe in motion."
—Robert Graves, from 'The Greek Myths: The Complete and Definitive Edition'
"That doesn’t stop me having a tremendous need for, shall I say the word — for religion — so I go outside at night to paint the stars [...]"
— Vincent van Gogh
"Night. Such a beautiful word."
— Janet Fitch, from 'Chimes of a Lost Cathedral'
"Why shun darkness? / The night abounds with diamond drops."
— Forugh Farrokhzad, Asir (Captive); from 'On Loving', tr. Sholeh Wolpé
"Dear, though the night is gone, / Its dream still haunts to-day,"
— W. H. Auden, Selected Poems; from ‘Dear, though the night is gone’
"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me."
"I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams."
— Virginia Woolf, from 'The Waves'
"By day I am nothing, by night I am myself."
Fernando Pessoa, from 'The Book of Disquiet', tr. Margaret Jull Costa
"...the frozen glitter of stars, shattered glass on black silk..."
— Maggie O' Farrell, from 'Hamnet'
"I sometimes fancy that my body is made up of all the different stars. Leo’s in my chest; I’m sure it’s Leo because my heart roars."
— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Boating for Beginners'
"Night, the night again, the magisterial wisdom of the dark."
— Alejandra Pizarnik, A Musical Hell; from ‘Desire for the Word’, tr. Yvette Siegert
"If only at the midnight hour / You’d send me a greeting across the stars."
— Anna Akhmatova, Seventh Book; from Sweetbrier In Blossom; ‘In a Dream’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
"Under the shield of night, / let me unburden the moon."
— Forugh Farrokhzad, Reborn; from ‘Border Walls’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé
"The night snows stars and the earth creaks."
— Ted Hughes, Wodwo; from ‘The Howling of Wolves’
I ache for the world and I run away from it
On Existence and the Human Experience.
Joseph Campbell, “Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth”, Ep. 4, “Sacrifice and Bliss” / Louise Glück, “Snowdrops” / Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is” / @obeliskandmetronome / Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov” / Maggie Stiefvater, “Blue Lily, Lily Blue” / Eve L. Ewing, “Testify”
'First, it means that you will be happy if you are doing your thing -- not necessarily achieving excellence, simply reaching for it -- in a life that allows you to do so. But, it also means that happiness is something we all deliver to ourselves.'
I feel laden with unsaid dreams
spilling over my hair, my feet
walking through a daylit night
full of sparkling stars and troubled sleep
Ice
Slipper socks
Sun umbrellas
“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”
— Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’
You storm away without a backward glance
only troubled minds seek paradise
an escape to a better world
far from circumstance
you whisper to yourself at night
clearing tear-tracked eyes, a haunted sight
I see you now through the mirror glass
cursing what blocks your well-trodden path
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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