Persimmons In sixth grade Mrs. Walker slapped the back of my head and made me stand in the corner for not knowing the difference between persimmon and precision. How to choose persimmons. This is precision. Ripe ones are soft and brown-spotted. Sniff the bottoms. The sweet one will be fragrant. How… Continue reading Li-Young Lee
Love doesn’t reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice. ― Amy Gerstler, Medicine. (Penguin Books; 1 edition June 1, 2000)
I like swimming against the current, but only because it makes me feel I’ve earned the ease and pleasure of floating back to where I started. — Jan Heller Levi, from “Conversation,” Once I Gazed at You in Wonder: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1999)
They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love. — Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz.… Continue reading Gregory Maguire
I remembered the snow of almond trees I followed birds’ flight-paths to the moon’s mountain to the eiderdown of birth I learned and forgot all the languages on earth.” — Amina Saïd, from “Path of Light,” Words Without Borders, July 2011 issue: The Arab Spring, Part I (trans. Marilyn Hacker)
Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning. — Muriel Spark
I’ll say I love you, which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to disappoint you better than anyone ever has. — Stephen Dunn, from “Mon Semblable,” Different Hours. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1St Edition edition January 17, 2002) Originally published 2000.