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)