Give All to Love Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse. ’T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent: But it is a… Continue reading Ralph Waldo Emerson
I will tell just one more story, the most secret, and I will tell it with the humility and restraint of him who knows from the start that his theme is desperate, his means feeble, and the trade of clothing facts in words is bound by its very nature to fail. It is again among… Continue reading Primo Levi
Sometimes the sun sets & things that shouldn’t be golden are golden. There’s a field. There’s a lake & a tree & a bird. Sometimes I am goldenrod crowding a field. Leaves fall from my branches but I try to hold on. — Nate Pritts, from “Locomotive in Autumn,” Right Now More Than Ever: Poems… Continue reading Nate Pritts
I shut that black wing from my heart. That bad bad bird. I slam the light. Wrong love, it flaps, wrong love. I slit the curtains of my eyes. If one more death makes room for one more death, I’ve died enough. I’ve died in rooms that bird screeched through, the blood-tipped feathers in my… Continue reading Cecilia Woloch
There’s less and less love, and less and less daring, and time is a battering ram against my head. — Vladimir Mayakovsky, from “Conversation With a Tax Collector About Poetry,” The Bedbug and Selected Poetry. (Indiana University Press October 22, 1975) Originally published 1929.
What wouldn’t I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds. ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Modern Library; F First Edition edition November 20, 2012)
Black was the without eye Black the within tongue Black was the heart Black the liver, black the lungs Unable to suck in light Black the blood in its loud tunnel Black the bowels packed in furnace Black too the muscles Striving to pull out into the light Black the nerves, black the brain With… Continue reading Ted Hughes