Place On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree what for not for the fruit the tree that bears the fruit is not the one that was planted I want the tree that stands in the earth for the first time with the sun already going down and the… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
Each had ceased to understand the other and, at last, they no longer understood themselves. — Ivan Goncharov, Oblomov. (Bunim & Bannigan Ltd October 12, 2006) Originally published 1859.
I only breathe with one lung since you’ve gone, you say. And I love you with one hemisphere of my brain, the dumb one, the one that forgets. — Mary Karr, from “Diogenes Tries to Forget,” Poetry (June 1981)
For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas. ― Charles Simic
Sometimes I kiss your eyes to see beyond what I can imagine. Sometimes I think I can speak the language of unborn stars. I think the whole earth breathes with you. After all this, these words are all I have to say what is impossible to think, what shy dreams hide in the rafters of… Continue reading Richard Jackson
It’s strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult. ― Richard Brautigan
And it is written in the book that we shall not fear. And it is written that we too shall change, like the words, in future and in past, in plural and in loneliness. — Yehuda Amichai, from “From Summer or Its End,” The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai. (University of California Press; Exp Rev… Continue reading Yehuda Amichai