[…] and tentatively, unbelievingly, unfolding into another spring, when the damn world makes us think we are as young as we ever were and deceives us by pale lucid skies and the sudden opening of little leaves. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition December 18, 2007)
We descend into solitude step by step further and further down stanzas of verses into depths never expected — Anna Kamieńska, from “Into Solitude,” Astonishments. (Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007)
There has been frost enough. We must have summer now, and ‘whole legions’ of daisies.— Emily Dickinson, The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson. (Biblo-Tannen; illustrated edition edition June 1971) in a letter to Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Holland, 24 September 1859.
The surprises history has For us are nothing compared to the shock we get From each other, though time still wears The colors of meanness and melancholy, and the general life Is still many sizes too big, yet Has style, woven of things that never happened With those that did, so that a mood survives… Continue reading John Ashbery