When I lean over the chasm of myself

    We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

    -Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Image: Found here
Title: Rilke, from The Book of Hours I, 3

In the vast world or in the immense past

… the silence
Holds with its gloved hand
The wild hawk of the mind.

— R. S. Thomas, excerpt from “The Untamed” 

Images: Found; Edward Curtis
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

My house was a house of winds

 

“The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.”

―Clarice Lispector, Passion according to G.H. 

[Title thanks to Dana Levin's poem,"The Weatherman"]

Immaculate Silence

My silences are immaculate.

-Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile

Photo: ILona Olkonen