hey, psyche

I learned there’s nothing more shaming
or as memorable as an intimacy
unreturned. And turned, therefore,
to the expected silence of a page,
where I might simultaneously assert
and hide, be my own disappointment,
which saved me for a while.
But soon the page whispered
I’d mistaken its vastness for a refuge,
its whiteness for a hospital
for the pathetic. Fill me up, it said,
give me sorrow because I must have joy,

all the travails of love because
distances are where the safe reside.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof
you’ve been alive.

from "Turning to the Page," by Stephen Dunn

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Sep. 16, 2012 at 9:55am with 142 notes

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camille

Greta Garbo as Camille (George Cukor, 1936)

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Aug. 31, 2012 at 8:57am

Camille

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Marguerite: And you kept it with you all this time?
Armand: Yes.
Marguerite: Always with you?
Armand: Always with me, like an old friend - to remind me that I’m not the Baron de Varville.
Marguerite: Hmm. Not a very romantic reason.
Armand: No, I kept it as a warning against romance.
Marguerite: How sensible! Has it made you very cynical?
Armand: Yes, very.
Marguerite: Is that why you’ve never taken the trouble to call on me?
Armand: Perhaps.
Marguerite: I’m sorry. One needs friends.