Posts tagged stars.
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
W. B. Yeats, from ‘Maid Quiet’.
The star bugs won’t save me this mouth.
Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Beast’.
A sleep of beasts in the reeds
after the embrace – then
we shall stand against the slope,
outside, against the white
sky which comes cold
over the hill, the cascade of radiance,
and is frozen, ice,
as if fallen from stars.
Johannes Bobrowski, trans. Ruth and Matthew Mead.
