He whose face gives no light shall never become a star. — William Blake, from “The Proverbs of Hell,” The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. (Dover Publications September 1st 1994) Originally published 1790.
SO different, this man And this woman: A stream flowing In a field. — William Carlos Williams, from “Marriage,” The Collected Poems, Vol. 1: 1909-1939. (New Directions; Reprint edition September 17, 1991)
The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. ― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams. (Harper Perennial June 21, 1991)
What syllable are you seeking, Vocalissimus, In the distances of sleep? Speak it. — Wallace Stevens, “To the Roaring Wind,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage Books, 1990)
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth. —Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care. (Atria Books; First Edition edition March 3, 2009)
Among other things, thanks for explaining how the generous death of old trees forms the red powdered floor of the forest. —Dorothea Grossman, “For Allen Ginsberg,” Poetry (March 2010)
I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.