Some Questions You Might Ask Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me. The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus. The swan… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Hope is cruel and has no conscience. ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón
But some nights, I must tell you, I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep. I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness. I sing a love song as well as I can, lost for a while in the home of the rain. — Billy Collins, from “Water Table” The Art Of Drowning. University… Continue reading Billy Collins
I need someone to pour myself into. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
What the eye sees is a dream of sight what it wakes to is a dream of sight and in the dream for every real lock there is only one real key and it’s in some other dream now invisible it’s the key to the one real door it opens the river and the sky… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities. ― Herman Melville, Pierre: or, the Ambiguities. (Harper; First Edition edition November 16, 1995) Originally published 1852.
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. — Lord Alfred Tennyson, from “In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27,″ In Memoriam (London: E. Moxon, 1850). PR 5562 A1 1850 Victoria College Library… Continue reading Lord Alfred Tennyson