Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Daily Dose

From The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

CXXI

THE SOUL should always stand ajar.
  That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
  Or shy of troubling her.
  
Depart, before the host has slid       
  The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest—
  Her visitor no more.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

A Caricature


Daily Dose


From The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard, by Anatole France, translated by Lafcadio Hearn

THERE ARE

"There are things hanging on the wall or scattered over the tables and shelves which usually please my fancy and amuse me.  But today it would seem as if all those objects had suddenly conceived some kind of ill-will against me."

From Chapter IV, The Little Saint-George

Monday, September 22, 2014

A Caricature



Daily Dose


From The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard, by Anatole France, translated by Lafcadio Hearn

MY ACQUAINTANCES

"My acquaintances were confined to the ancients."

From Chapter IV, The Little Saint-George

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Preview, As It Were


Daily Dose





From Nabokov's Dozen: Thirteen Stories, by Vladimir Nabokov


A CERTAIN GRACE

"A mature bedbug is awful, but there is a certain grace in the motions of silky silverfish."

From Cloud, Castle, Lake