[A]nd soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time. ― Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men. (Harcourt Brace, September 1, 1996) Originally published 1946.
The pull of all water toward the ocean, the hope that somewhere there is a world undisturbed, that when we enter, it closes behind us as if we were never here. Someplace a source, a place without despair, the beginning. — Linda Hogan, from “Sounding the Depths,” Rounding the Human Corners (Coffee House Press, 2008)
No, I didn’t imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and… Continue reading Franz Kafka
[When first we faced, and touching showed] When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, The excitement and the gratitude, There stood how much our meeting owed To other meetings, other loves. The decades of a different life That opened past your inch-close… Continue reading Philip Larkin