Dream Song 4 Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back and only the fact of her husband & four other people kept me from springing on her or falling at her little feet and crying ‘You are the hottest one for years… Continue reading John Berryman
Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely. – Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum. (Mariner Books; 1 edition March 5, 2007) Originally published 1988.
I gave you that sleep, a pale asylum from the hours I did not love you and did not say. —Allison Titus, from “Self-Portrait as the Train Passes,” Sum of Every Lost Ship. (Cleveland State U Poetry Center; 1 edition November 16, 2009)
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them. — Frederic Chopin
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. — T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” The Four Quartets. (Faber & Faber; Main edition January 3, 1998) Originally published 1943.
No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. — Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. — W.B. Yeats, from “The Young Man’s Song,” Selected Poems and Four Plays. (Scribner; 4 Sub edition September 9, 1996)
Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live. — Albert Camus
I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern—— — Sylvia Plath, from “Fever 103°,” The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath. (San Val October 1999) Originally published 1981.
I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become. —Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit. (Samuel French, Inc. 1958) Originally published 1944.