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John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 1
[originally published 1667]
Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3
Is it possible
to stop loving everything? The
owl. The hawk. Every person
I meet. To see everyone as my
mother. To have a heart like this
is to be made of midnight.
There are always too
many questions to ask
and not enough time. To
love so much is to live
within birds. I have been
waiting for this heart to fade
or at least to kneel.
— Victoria Chang, from “Marfa, Texas,” in The Trees Witness Everything