has one sound I know: the moon against the water like your cheek across mine in another life. —Sara Eliza Johnson, from “Elegy Surrounded by Water,” Bone Map: Poems. (Milkweed Editions; First Edition edition September 16, 2014)
… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or… Continue reading Paul Hoffman
Sleepy moths fluttered In her dark eyes, And her lips grew quieter Than lullabies. Swaying with the reedgrass Over the stream Lazily she lingered Cradling a dream. —Austin Clarke, from “The Awakening of Dermuid,” Anthology of Irish Verse. Edited by Padraic Colum. (NEW YORK: BONI AND LIVERIGHT, 1922)
I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night. (Scribner; Reprint edition July 1, 1995) Originally published 1934.