This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; — Amy Lowell, from “September, 1918,” Selected Poems of Amy Lowell (Houghton Mifflin Company, 2002)
I try to remember when time’s measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing to stay – how everything lives, shifting from one bright vision to another, forever in these momentary pastures. ― Mary Oliver, from “Fall Song,” American Primitive. (Back Bay Books; 1st edition, April… Continue reading Mary Oliver
I was veiled in a great sadness which was pierced at times by the lightning of my rage. Loneliness, torn apart for a moment by hope, closed over me again. — Jean Genet, Journal du voleur (The Thief’s Journal). Trans. Bernard Frechtman. Published in english 1964. Originally published 1949.