Two Lovers and a Beachcomber by the Real Sea Cold and final, the imagination Shuts down its fabled summer house; Blue views are boarded up; our sweet vacation Dwindles in the hour-glass. Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair Tangling in the tide’s green fall Now fold their wings like bats and disappear Into… Continue reading Sylvia Plath
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten ― Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand: Diaries, 1935-1950. (Einaudi 2000)
Oh, tell me how to cure myself of irony, the gaze that sees but doesn’t penetrate; tell me how to cure myself of silence. — Adam Zagajewski, from “Long Afternoons,” Translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh, Partisan Review, Spring 1998.
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil M. Cioran, The Book of Delusions. (1936)
Listen. Hear the darkness blow like wind? I watch this prosperity through alien eyes. I am addicted to my despair. Listen. Hear the darkness blow? — Forugh Farrokhzad, from “The Wind will Blow us Away,” Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. (University of Arkansas Press June 1, 2010) Originally published September… Continue reading Forugh Farrokhzad
The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing. ― Marcel Proust
soul with a falcon’s hood Bent over a school slate Which screeches and bleeds darkly As it lets itself be written. — Charles Simic, from “An Evening with the Master,” Austerities: Poems (Charles Braziller, 1982)