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stephanieanngraves

Vellichor Afternoons

I like trip-hop, anachronism, cats, both coffee and tea, the sound of rain on a tin roof, antique keys, pop culture as a substitute for religion, theatre, photography, Oxford commas, and, of course, reading.

Currently reading

John Dies at the End
David Wong
Geek Love
Katherine Dunn
I, Lucifer
Glen Duncan
The Anglo Files: A Field Guide to the British
Sarah Lyall
An Everlasting Meal: Cooking with Economy and Grace
Tamar Adler, Alice Waters
Craven Place
Richard Wright
Bloodroot
Amy Greene
Unfamiliar Fishes
Sarah Vowell
Academics Handbook 2nd Ed-P
Collected Works Of Edna St. Vincent Millay - Edna St. Vincent Millay I love Millay, so very much, and I pick this book up again every couple of years. Her sonnets are incredible--she has such an amazing sense of musicality, and she conveys beautiful melancholy so well that I feel less alone in the world for it.

My very favorite sonnet of hers is XLIII:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.