Closer come closer. come into this. come closer. you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth. your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into… Continue reading Anis Mogjani
Poetry because I have control. Poetry because I could die, or want to die. And write myself back alive. — Donte Collins
Be the voice of night and Florida in my ear. Use dusky words and dusky images. Darken your speech. — Wallace Stevens, from “Two Figures in Dense Violet Night,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage, 1990)
I ought to have more love before I die. I’ve not had enough. ― Alasdair Gray, Lanark. (Canongate Pub Ltd March 2003) Originally published 1981.
I see, I read, I world, I am, I articulate, I incorporate my Self, I sing the ‘I,’ single unmoored line across whole swaths of text. — Connor Grogan, from “Appendix.” Diagram 15.5 October 28, 2015.
But I am like the grass, I can not love you. — Ezra Pound, from “Near Perigord,” Selected Poems of Ezra Pound. (New Directions January 17, 1957)
(How frail the human heart must be- a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing- a fragile, shining instrument of crystal, which can either weep, or sing.) — Sylvia Plath, from “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt, Letters Home. (Faber & Faber April 19, 1999) Originally published January 1st 1975.