On a Mountain Rocks with lichen on, rattling leaves and rotting snow I shall live to finish this cigarette and the turnpike rose up a lesser hill, gleams the nether pond and the wire towers on the horizon. A foot away in the dead sun a handkerchief lies dirty in the snow. I’m smoking… Continue reading Frank O’Hara
Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be. — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. (Norilana Books February 16, 2008) Originally published 1873.
And as we stray further from love we multiply the words, words and sentences so long and orderly. Had we remained together we could have become a silence. — Yehuda Amichai, from “Quick And Bitter” Poems of Jerusalem and Love Poems. (Sheep Meadow,1992)
Do you know what love is? I’ll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray. —John le Carré, The Looking Glass War. (Scribner; Reprint edition February 26, 2002) Originally published 1965.
The day is a woman who loves you. Open … Tomorrow will open again, the sky wide as the mouth of a wild girl, friable clouds you lose yourself to. —Richard Hugo, from “Driving Montana,” Making Certain It Goes On: The Collected Poems of Richard Hugo (w. W. Norton & Co., 1984)
I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned. (Charles Scribner’s Sons 1922)
I cannot find my way; there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can hear it only as a bar Of lost, imperial music, played when fair And angel fingers wove, and unaware, Dead… Continue reading Edward Arlington Robinson