There’s a spring inside me that’s broken. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust. — Mary Oliver, “I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life,” Red Bird: Poems. (Beacon Press, April 1,… Continue reading Mary Oliver