April 2011
47 posts
Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
White heat.
A green river.
A bridge,
scorched yellow palms
from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.
Days I have held,
days I have lost,
days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.
“I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.”
—Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via riversforstreets)
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…”
—Nick, The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald. (via lostsplendor)
