Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order. ― Samuel Beckett
Eyes Fastened With Pins How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry. The beautiful daughters Setting death’s supper table. The neighbors playing Pinochle in the backyard Or just sitting on the steps Drinking beer. Death, Meanwhile, in a strange Part of… Continue reading Charles Simic
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. —Carl Sandburg, “Fog,” The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (Harcourt Brace, 1970).
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. […] It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West… Continue reading Haruki Murakami
As much as someone could plow in one day They called an acre; As much as a person could die in one instant A lifetime— —Bill Knott, “Ancient Measures” All My Thoughts are the Same: Collected Short Poems 1960-2010 (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform April 22, 2013)