I don’t trust the truth of memories because what leaves us departs forever There’s only one current of this sacred river but I still want to remain faithful to my first astonishments to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder and to carry in myself until the end a path in the woods of my childhood… Continue reading Anna Kamieńska
Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for myself… the old primitive urge for survival. It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain… remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it,… Continue reading Sylvia Plath
Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath. ― Mark… Continue reading Mark Strand
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer. (Grove Press January 6, 1994) Originally published 1934.
Walking home across the plain in the dark. And Linda crying. Again we have come to a place where I rail and she suffers and the moon does not rise. but I am shouting inside the rain and she is crying like a wounded animal, knowing there is no place to turn. It is hard… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away… – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition August 1, 2000) Originally published 1844.
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore