I wake from another dream,the same as every dream. A man builds a shipin my chest. — John Beer, from “Sonnets to Morpheus,” The Waste Land and Other Poems (Canarium Books, 2010)
My whole heart was full at that moment; the recollection of so much that is past pressed in upon my soul […] — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther. (Weygand’sche Buchhandlung, Leipzig 29 September 1774, revised ed. 1787)
I love you. I love you,but I’m turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist. — Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky,” Meditations in an Emergency (Grove/Atlantic Inc., 1996)
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind. — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr.… Continue reading Kurt Vonnegut
In my youth I believed in somewhere elseI put faith in travelnow I am becoming my own tree — W.S. Merwin, from “Wild Oats,” The Moon Before Morning (Copper Canyon Press, 2014)
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found. — Libba Bray, Going Bovine. (Delacorte Books for Young Readers; 1 edition September 22, 2009)
Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,A heart that will one day beat you to death. — Suji Kwock Kim, from “Monologue For an Onion,” Notes from the Divided Country. (LSU Press; First Edition edition April 1, 2003)
There is always something left to love. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) published June 1st 1967.
Ten Things I Need to Know The brightest stars are the first to explode. Also hearts.It is important to pay attention to love’s high voltage signs.The mockingbird is really ashamed of its own feeble song lost beneath all those he has to imitate. It’s true,the Carolina Wren caught in the bedroom yesterday diedbecause he stepped… Continue reading Richard Jackson
Why is it that when you awake to the world of realities you nearly always feel, sometimes very vividly, that the vanished dream has carried with it some enigma which you have failed to solve? — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 23, 2016) Originally published 1869.