1115 – “To 3 a.m.” A Poem by Mia Hollow

I belong to the stars under my skin.
To lonely Hearts.
To the dark.
I belong to the middle of the night.
To the shadows of men.
To 3 a.m.

-Mia Hollow

879 – “My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.”

–Cary Grant

826 – “Things are as they are. Looking out into the Universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.”

–Alan Watts [Attributed]

809 – A Poem by Octavio Paz With Translation

 

Hermandad

Homenaje a Claudio Ptolomeo

Soy hombre: duro poco
y es enorme la noche.
Pero miro hacia arriba:
las estrellas escriben.
Sin entender comprendo:
también soy escritura
y en este mismo instante
alguien me deletrea.

-Octavio Paz

Brotherhood

Homage to Claudius Ptolemy

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

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508 – “I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.”

–Sarah Williams

413 – “I wonder if anyone will ever be able to make sense of what ravages my head and heart every night, and untie these knots that I have so recklessly woven myself into.”

–anonymous

377 – “The sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”

–anonymous

267 – “On most nights, I am torn between missing who I was and desiring to know who I would be.”

–anonymous

186 – “When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

–Juliet Capulet in William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet