“We say release, and radiance, and roses,” We say release, and radiance, and roses, and echo upon everything that’s known; and yet, behind the world our names enclose is the nameless: our true archetype and home. The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman, the field is humble, and the forest proud; but… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
In my younger days, I would have taken this gin bottle and thrown it against the wall. Then smash the window open and cut myself with the shards. But, now I’m just going take a few steps back and go to bed. This is the science of getting older. — Mary Montezuma
Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable? — Czeslaw Milosz, from “Farewell” (1945). New and Collected Poems (1931 – 2001) Ecco; Reprint edition (March 25, 2003) Originally published January 1st 2001.
Men learn to love the woman they are attracted to. Women learn to become attracted to the man they fall in love with. — Woody Allen
An odor of time lingers fertilized by verses, for the shoots of consecrated marble that would inherit the auriferous song of the lark rotting in my heart! — César Vallejo, from “Prayer on the Road,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007)
Friendship needs no words – it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness. ― Dag Hammarskjöld
I could lie around all day wanting the brush of your lips. Between your lips, the dark field meets a night sky. I am inside each ragged breath and the pause between. — Carole Glasser Langille, from “When You’re Not Here and When You Are,” Late in a Slow Time (Mansfield Press, 2003)
I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. ― William S. Burroughs
The road is long like an ancient poet’s night: plains and hills, rivers and valleys. Walk according to your dream’s measure: either a lily follows you or the gallows. — Mahmoud Darwish, from “To a Young Poet,” trans. Fady Joudah, Poetry (March 2010)
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. ― Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC June 17, 2004) Originally published 1711
The Vale of Soul-Making 