American Literature · Poetry

Robert Haas

Against Botticelli 1 In the life we lead together every paradise is lost. Nothing could be easier: summer gathers new leaves to casual darkness. So few things we need to know. And the old wisdoms shudder in us and grow slack. Like renunciation. Like the melancholy beauty of giving it all up. Like walking steadfast… Continue reading Robert Haas

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Christopher Isherwoo

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face – the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man – all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us – we have… Continue reading Christopher Isherwoo

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and… Continue reading F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Robert Hass

These are the dog days, unvaried except by accident, mist rising from soaked lawns, gone world, everything rises and dissolves in air, whatever it is would clear the air dissolves in air and the knot of day unties invisibly like a shoelace. The gray-eyed child who said to my child: “Let’s play in my yard.… Continue reading Robert Hass

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William Carlos Williams

At our age the imagination                  across the sorry facts                                   lifts us to make roses              stand before thorns.                               Sure love is cruel                   and selfish                                   and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light,                  young love is.                                       But we are older, I to love                and you to be… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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Wendell Berry

And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home. It is a journey we can… Continue reading Wendell Berry

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