Lie down; don’t lie; lie flat; lie still. See these Books bound in itching white leather? They are your life. And each feathery page, lifted by hot wind. O summer air, o gardens, o seasons ô châteaux. The glaring day, it binds, o occurrence, o soil o soul. — Robert Fernandez, from “And,” PoetryNow (PoetryNow,… Continue reading Robert Fernandez
Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere. ― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt. (Interlink Pub Group; Trade Paperback Edition edition May 1, 2003) Originally published 1987.
I’ve seen what’s to come— it is the days, the steady pounding of days, like gentle rain, that will be our undoing. — John Philip Johnson, from “There Have Come Soft Rains,” Rattle, (No. 45, Fall 2014)
And yet, without being vague and star-eyed, I may say that a kiss may be a physical symbol of a mental adoration. That, and a delight. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)