I Ask for Silence Now they can leave me in peace. Now they grow used to my absence. I am going to close my eyes. I want only five things, five chosen roots. One is an endless love. Two is to see the autumn. I cannot exist without leaves flying and falling to the earth.… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
The passing of time exacerbates and intensifies any storm, even though there wasn’t the tiniest cloud on the horizon at the beginning. We cannot know what time will do to us with its fine, indistinguishable layers upon layers, we cannot know what it might make of us. It advances stealthily, day by day and hour… Continue reading Javier Marias
Life must go on; I forget just why. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Lament,” Early Poems. (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition, December 1, 1998)
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine. —… Continue reading Emily Brontë
In my mouth is an enduring summer solstice where dawn follows dusk in such rapid succession I barely taste the night. — Dominik Parisien, from “I Am Learning to Forget,” Strange Horizons: 2013 Fund Drive Special. Published between 6 September and 4 October 2013.
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much. A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns. — Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies. (Grove Pr, February 1978) Originally published 1951.
The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end. — Jack Gilbert, “Waking at Night,” The Dance Most of All: Poems. (Knopf; 1 edition, July 6, 2010)