Eight Variations 1. Prurient tapirs gamboled on our lawns, But that was quite some time ago. Now one is accosted by asthmatic bulldogs, Sluggish in the hedges, ruminant. Moving through ivy in the park Near drying waterfalls, we open every gate; But that grave, shell-white… Continue reading Weldon Kees
If I love you, what business is it of yours? ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship. Bk. IV, Ch. 9. (Johann Friedrich Unger [Berlin] 1795–1796)
(You chose the colours of the sun, not the dried neutrals of shadow. God knows you’ve tried.) — Margaret Atwood, from “Up,” Morning in the Burned House. (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 1995)
You knew your angels loved you but you also knew they would leave someone they could not save. — Philip Schultz, “The Silence,” The New Yorker, March 5, 2001 P. 76
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter. ― Patricia Briggs, Dragon Blood. (Ace; Reissue edition December 31, 2002)
Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet I,” 100 Love Sonnets. (University of Texas Press; Reissue edition 1986) Originally published 1959.
Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood — Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco. (Touchstone August 15, 1975)