How far would you run with a piece of lead in your heart? ― Raymond Carver, Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems. (Vintage; 1 edition, March 12, 1986) Originally published 1984.
Will the spellbound world die with you where memory hangs on to clean breaths in life, the white shadow of a first love, a voice that struck your heart, the hand you wanted to grab in dreams, and every love that fell in the soul down to the bottom sky? Will your world die with… Continue reading Antonio Machado
I am worn out with dreams; — W.B. Yeats, from “Men Improve with the Years,” The Wild Swans At Coole. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1919.
Across the piazza a violinist is playing for coins, playing as if to cover the cough of the moon, as if he were tending the wound of some distant star. This is a good time to toast your love. You may mention the uncut meadow, the haystacks waiting to take shape, how all the roads… Continue reading Richard Jackson