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Waiting for messages not sent
Longing to answer calls never dialed
Reaching for arms that don’t know how to hold
Leaning to lips I’m not tall enough to kiss
And yet, yet now I grieve
At the memory of you –

I didn’t get the word you’d leave, I didn’t see you go
Though I think I used to, now I cannot dream
As the days bleed I begin to lose my sight
First, I forget the way you used to look
Then how you used to sound
How you felt to touch
Your light perfume
I cannot recall
you.

I recommend looking into Finnish mythology. There is a work that is named Kalevala which is the national collection of Finnish myths in poetry form. I would even dare to call it the Finnish Iliad and Odyssey.

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Elias Lönnrot traveled around Finland between the years 1828 and 1838 to collect the poems which were originally in song form. The myths originate from as far as 1000–500 BCE, some of which explain the creation of the world and others are epic stories about shamans, powerful women and men thirsting over the beautiful women of the stories.

You can find English translations on Amazon, but also elsewhere if you look it up.

hogwarts-olympus:

What am I yearning for today?

The 5 lost epics of the Trojan War narrative that fully tell the whole story. The Iliad is the second epic and The Odyssey is the seventh; the other 5 poems were written around the same timer period as Homer, and one of the authors (who wrote 2 of the 5 lost epics) was Homer’s son-in-law. Not to mention that each subsequent poem takes place right after the events of the prior. So yeah, 5/7ths of a whole epic series are just gone forever, save for a few verses here and there, and we’ll probably never find them.

WAIT GUYS, IT’S THE HOMER EXPANDED UNIVERSE

i love seeing people i don’t know adore things i love. i love going through tags of my moon posts and seeing others swoon over the moon as well. i love seeing people get excited over the rain. and i love when i come across someone who is just as obsessed as i am with a certain book.

The Tell-Tale Heart

“I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.”

Illustration for the story by Edgar Allan Poe

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by Darío Mekler

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