Haruki Murakami
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. — Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance (The Rat #4) Vintage Books (December 1, 2003)
Month: December 2017
Mary Oliver
On winter’s margin, see the small birds now With half-forged memories come flocking home To gardens famous for their charity. The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins Hang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs; By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing Like… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Michael Lee
This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust. — Michael Lee, from “The Addict, a Magician” (Rustbelt 2013) Button Poetry
Denis Johnson
… inside me I carry a black night you climb through like the moon in which the Asians see a woman: higher and smaller, [Love], farther and farther away, and nothing will ever bring you back. And nothing will ever get rid of you. — Denis Johnson, from “The Woman in the Moon,” The Incognito… Continue reading Denis Johnson
Martin Luther
Pray, and let God worry. ― Martin Luther (10 November 1483 – 18 February 1546)
Jack Gilber
Naked Except for the Jewelry “And,” she said, “you must talk no more about ecstasy. It is loneliness.” The woman wandered about picking up her shoes and silks. “You said you loved me,” the man said. “We tell lies,” she said, brushing her wonderful hair, naked except for the jewelry. “We try to believe.” “you… Continue reading Jack Gilber
Albert Camus
I would listen to my heartbeat. I couldn’t imagine that this sound which had been with me for so long could ever stop. — Albert Camus, The Stranger. (Vintage, March 13, 1989) Originally published 1942.
