All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. — Sylvia Plath, from “Sheep in Fog,,” Ariel. (Faber and Faber, 1965) Advertisements
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Mayakovsky 1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing! then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the streets. 2 I love… Continue reading Frank O’Hara,
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t. — Rudy Akbarian
It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be. — Richard Siken, from “Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors,” War of the Foxes. (Copper Canyon Press September 1, 2015)
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself. — Rabindranath Tagore, “CCCXIII,” Stray Birds. (Cosimo Classics September 1, 2004) Originally published 1913.
Lightning becomes my wisdom; with a diamond sword it slashes me through every darkness. — Friedrich Nietzsche, from “Through the Circle of Dionysian Dithyrambs,” The Peacock and the Buffalo: The Poetry of Nietzsche (Bloomsbury Academic; Bilingual edition (July 8, 2010) Originally published 1908. Translation by James Luchte and Eva Leadon.