And here, on the outskirts of memory, I look off again into that distance, As if into a future, — Eric Pankey, from “The Reconstruction of the Fictive Space,” Oracle Figures. (Ausable Press; First Edition edition January 1, 2003) Advertisements
Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
and I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. — Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” The New Yorker: Poems. May 4, 2015 Issue.
The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved. ― Théophile Gautier, Mademoiselle de Maupin. (Penguin Books July 25th 2006) Originally published 1835)
Letter from Town: The Almond Tree You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget? White ones and blue ones from under the orchard hedge? Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a pledge Of our early love that hardly has opened yet. Here there’s… Continue reading D. H. Lawrence
This is a kiss. It is what happens when lips are puckered and pressed against something, sometimes other lips, sometimes a cheek, sometimes something else. It depends…This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
I am hungry for your silken laughter, For your hands the color of savage harvest, Hungry for the pail stones of your fingernails. I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. — Pablo Neruda, from “Love Sonnet XI,” The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems. (City Lights Publishers; Bilingual edition April 1, 2004)