Where Once the Waters of your Face Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers Through salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
I recalled my father-in-law’s aphorism ‘To fool a judge, feign fascination, but to bamboozle the whole court, feign boredom…’ & I pretended to extract a speck from my eye. ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Sceptre 2004)
You can take this mouth this wound you want but you can’t kiss and make it better. ― Daphne Gottlieb, from “Why Things Burn,” Why Things Burn. (Soft Skull Press; First Edition edition May 10, 2001)
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.
I once heard a woman speak of her loneliness as if it were a small bird. […] Perhaps longing is just the heart changing its colors. Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Should One Prefer Purity To Intensity Of Soul?,” And Her Soul Out of Nothing. (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)
I have had days stare back at me as if to say, let’s see who will darken first. — William Olsen, from “The Day After the Day of the Dead,” Field Guide to Prose Poetry: Contemporary Poets in Discussion and Practice, ed. Gary L. McDowell and F. Daniel Rzicznek (Rose Metal Press, 2010)
Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a brilliant mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet — this is what desires resemble that have passed without fulfillment; without any of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy