After loving you so much, can I forget / you for eternity, and have no other choice? — Robert Lowell, from “Obit,” Notebook. (Farrar Straus & Giroux (T); Enlarged 3rd edition, July 1970) Originally published January 1st 1968.
That the light stalks your skin, no, that your skin makes it: a radiating hum, jive, a freedom, a beehive packed just as much with honey as does it hazard; also, a balm for where the sting sits, a treaty, country upon which I first laid my claim, but was usurped; where carefully do I… Continue reading Rickey Laurentiis
I like to begin where winds shake the first branch. ― Odysseus Elytis, Open Papers. (Copper Canyon Press, October 1, 1994)
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To… Continue reading William Shakespeare
Whoever doesn’t live in poetry cannot survive here on earth. ― Halldór Laxness, Under the Glacier. (Vintage, March 8, 2005) Originally published 1968.
I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses… If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that’s why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is. Loving is eternal innocence, And… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence. ― Jorge Luis Borges