I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself, But I wonder’d how it could… Continue reading Walt Whitman
It’s worth knowing who’s going to whisper your name when everyone else is screaming. — Gregory Sherl
Deaf by dawn & if dawn comes Day may break—bellowing Below thing, be low, sing, Slinging blows, blowing slang Songs, bowing. Bring out the big Amp, vinyl torn, plywood exposed, I think the tubes are ready, sir, The dew I flicked on them leapt & left —Ben Doyle, from “Tug,” Radio, Radio: Poems (Louisiana State… Continue reading Ben Doyle
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin. — J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction. (Back Bay Books January 30, 2001) Originally published 1955.
zLove is one of many great fires. Passion is a fire made of many woods, each of which gives off its special odor so we can know the many kinds that are not love. Passion is the paper and twigs that kindle the flames but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes because it tries to be… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books. — Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary. (Oxford University Press June 2, 2005) Originally published December 15th 1856.
Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which was so new, she could not understand that it had happened. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,” Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Edited & Translated by Stephen Mitchell.… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke