…your smile more enduring, when it illuminates your sorrow. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Sonnets To Orpheus. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition April 17, 2006) Originally published 1922.
In my dream you are sitting out at the edge of the water, watching me wade towards you in the dark: time has stood still since the river leached out the last thread of warmth and left you to dry, — John Burnside, from “A Swimming Lesson,” Swimming in the Flood. (Trafalgar Square November 1997)
It was nice – in the dark and the quiet… and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing. — John Green, Paper Towns. (Speak September 22, 2009)
All you really know is that it hurts here, the way feelings are bigger than we are, and a woman’s face in the third-story window, her limp hair and pots of red geraniums luring you into her suffering until you’re walking on roads inscribed in your own body. The maps you never speak of. —… Continue reading Ralph Angel
Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats. — João Guimarães Rosa, Tutaméia (Terceiras Estórias) Nova Fronteira; 8 edition (2009). Originally published January 1st 1976.
You lie in your bed and sigh and the springs deep in the mattress sing out with the same low note, mocking your sadness. It’s hard–– not the mattress, but life. Life is hard. All along you thought you could trust in your own bed, your own sorrow. You thought you were sleeping alone. —… Continue reading Ted Kooser
But to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again. — Giorgos Seferis, A Poet’s Journal: Days of 1945-1951. (iUniverse November 23, 1999) Oribinally published January 1st 1974.