[To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God—… Continue reading Federico García Lorc
We never know self-realization. We are two abysses – a well staring at the sky. ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002) Originally published in 1982.
Truly, though our element is time, We are not suited to the long perspectives Open at each instant of our lives. They link us to our losses: worse, They show us what we have as it once was, Blindingly undiminished, just as though By acting differently, we could have kept it so. — Philip Larkin,… Continue reading Philip Larkin
A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken… Continue reading Françoise Sagan
If we are separated, I will try to wait for you on your side of things your side of the wall and the water and of the light moving at its own speed even on leaves that we have seen I will wait on one side while a side is there — W.S. Merwin, “Travelling… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power. — Oscar Wilde