Is it age, is it lack of adoration, is it Regret there’s no ladder to the clouds? Whatever, we inhabit the quotidian, as we must, While somewhere behind our backs, waterfalls tumble and keep on going Into the deep desire of distance. — Charles Wright, “Waterfalls,” Caribou (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2014) Advertisements
There are possibilities for me, certainly, but under what stone do they lie? — Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka. (Schocken October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
My heart is cold, it should wear a mitten. My heart is whatever temperature a heart is in a man who doesn’t believe in heaven. —Bob Hicok, from ” Pilgrimage” Elegy Owed. Copper Canyon Press, 2013
I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived you can’t call your own. — Mark Danielewski, House of Leaves. (Pantheon, Random House March 7, 2000)
I embrace you, until I return to my void, as an eternal visitor. No life and no death in what I sense as a bird passing beyond nature. when I embrace you… — Mahmoud Darwish, from “Maybe, Because Winter Is Late” The Butterfly’s Burden. Copper Canyon Press, 2006