Her pockets full of lichens and seeds

   Soul is the place,
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between
body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out

-Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay”

Image: John B. Greene, Statue fragments
 

 

Title: Mary Oliver, from "Sleeping in the Forest"

The Veins that used to run

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“My soul is in the sky.”

-Shakespeare, 
 

A Midsummer Night's Dream

 

Image: Erich Buchwald Zinnwald
Title: Emily Dickinson, excerpt from I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb, (#1046)