Poem For Laura Now come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart, splendidly you come promising sorrow. And knowing, I bless your coming with trees of love, singing, singing even to the night. The princely mornings will fail when you… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence. ― Raymond Carver, Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems. (Vintage; 1 edition, March 12, 1986) Originally published 1984
“Living” means eating up particles of death ….as a child picks up crumbs from around the table. “Floating” means letting the crumbs fall behind you on ….the path. To live is to rush ahead eating up your own death, ….like an endgate, open, hurrying into the night. — Robert Bly, “To Live,” This Tree Will… Continue reading Robert Bly
I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave. — David Levithan, Every Day. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; 1st Printing edition, 2012)
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space. — Charles Bukowski, from “no help for that,” You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense. (Black Sparrow Press,1986)
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. — Anne Carson, Eros: The Bittersweet. (Dalkey Archive Press; 1st Dalkey Archive ed edition, March 1, 1998) Originally published 1986.
You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don’t weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don’t weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda