Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time. — Ingrid Bergman [Ilsa Lund], Casablanca (1942) Directed by Michael Curtiz. Written by Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, and Howard Koch. Based on the play Everybody Comes to Rick’s by Murray Burnett and Joan Alison.
There is the heaven we enter through institutional grace and there are the yellow finches bathing and singing in the lowly puddle. —Mary Oliver “Yellow,” Evidence. (Beacon Press April 1, 2009)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.… Continue reading Louise Erdrich
Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter, And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots … Continue reading Amy Lowell
Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else. ― Henry Rollins, Smile, You’re Traveling: Black Coffee Blues Part 3. (2.13.61 October 2000)
Ah, to enact sleep, Its accouterments, Its ebbing tide Your tresses spread over the bed’s edge— To fall asleep to, and to wake to, fiction— —Janet McCann, from “Sleeping Women in Movies,” The Crone at the Casino. (Lamar University Press November 10, 2013)
Who has not sat, afraid, before his heart’s curtain? – Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Fourth Elegy,” Duino Elegies. Trans. Stephen Mitchell. (Vintage; Bilingual edition October 6, 2009) Originally published 1923.