For some time I thought there was time and that there would always be time for what I had a mind to do and what I could imagine going back to and finding it as I had found it the first time but by this time I do not know what I thought when I… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit. — Martin Amis, London Fields. (VINTAGE; New Ed edition 1999) Originally published 1989.
I’ve learned we ask love so many questions because we know it won’t respond, because love is mute, and because it’s simpler for us to make love into a seminar on love than to actually make love. —Robert J. Levy, from “On Making Love after Having Made Love,” Poetry… Continue reading Robert J. Levy
I don’t like remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don’t like to feel things. As I’m staring down at the piece of paper, I’m thinking I could spend the rest of my life becoming an expert at forgetting. —Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang… Continue reading Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Yesterday the robot had been asking him about snowmen. He asked if they had minds. No, the caretaker said, but he’d seen one that had a raccoon burrowed up inside the head. “Most had a carrot nose, some coal, buttons, and twigs for arms, but others were more complex. Once they started to melt, things… Continue reading David Berman
…as if to say, the lives we live before the present moment are graves we walk away from. — Lisel Mueller, from “Place and Time,” Alive Together: New and Collected Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1996)
VII When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay