Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams. ― D. H. Lawrence
I skim sadness like fat off the surface of cooling soup. Don’t care about metaphor but wish it would arrive me. There’s a cool current of air this hot day I want to ride. I have no lover, not even my love. I have no other, not even I. — Rachel Zucker, “Real Poem.,” The… Continue reading Rachel Zucker
A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden. (Princeton University Press; 150th Anniversary edition with a New introduction by John Updike edition April 18, 2004) Originally published 1854.
Slow river, fingering a shell, thinking: Once I was something like this, mindless. — Theodore Roethke, from “The Far Field.,” The Far Field. (Bantam Dell Pub Group (Trd); 1st US – 1st Printing edition September 1998)
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine. ― Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong. (Vintage; Reprint edition June 2, 1997) Originally published 1993.
How sad and bad and mad it was— But then, how it was sweet! — Robert Browning, from “Confessions,” The Poems of Browning: Volume Four: 1862 – 1871. Edited by John Woolford, Daniel Karlin, & Joseph Phelan. (Routledge May 12th 2014)
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness. ― Poppy Z. Brite
New Year’s Day The rain this morning falls on the last of the snow and will wash it away. I can smell the grass again, and the torn leaves being eased down into the mud. The few loves I’ve been allowed to keep are still sleeping on the West Coast. Here in… Continue reading Kim Addonizio