I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love. — Anna Akhmatova, The Akhmatova Journals, Volume I: 1938-1941 (Farrar Straus & Giroux (T); 1st… Continue reading Anna Akhmatova
When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step… Continue reading Mary Oliver
The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet. (Rupa [Educa Books] April 14, 2003) Originallly published 1923.
Womanly, a shadow combed Her dark tremendous hair beyond the violet border Of my sleep. Strong passionate hands I had, but could not find The red position of her heart, not the subtle order Of her lips and breasts, nor the breathing cities of her mind. — Stanley Kunitz, from “Poem,” The Collected Poems (W.… Continue reading Stanley Kunitz
My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company. —Friedrich Nietzsche
It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning to cope a young boy in my garden is bailing out water from his flower patch when I ask him why he tells me young seeds that have not seen sun forget and… Continue reading Audre Lorde
It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more, which destroys in us, in the presence of the person we love, the sensation of loving.” ― Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, Part 2 – Within a Budding Grove, Vol. 2 (NBM… Continue reading Marcel Proust