Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart. And… Continue reading Federico García Lorca
The last thing he ever said to me was, “Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.” — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan. Henry Holt and Co. (BYR); 100 Anv edition October 1, 2003) Originally published 1911.
When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. — Mark Strand, from “Keeping Things Whole,” Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2002)
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a… Continue reading James Joyce
Sometimes when eating an apple I bite too far and open the little room the lovers have prepared, and the seeds fall out onto the kitchen floor and I see that they are tear-shaped. — Jay Leeming, “Apple,” Dynamite on a China Plate. (The Backwaters Press; First Edition… Continue reading Jay Leeming
On our earth we can only love with suffering and through suffering. We cannot love otherwise, and we know of no other sort of love. — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC June 17, 2004) Originally published 1877.
Outside the house the wind is howling and the trees are creaking horribly. This is an old story with its old beginning, as I lay me down to sleep. But when I wake up, sunlight has taken over the room. You have already made the coffee and the radio brings us music from a confident… Continue reading Lisel Mueller