You see things; you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not? ― George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah. (BiblioBazaar, January 30, 2007) Originally published 1921.
I longed for spring’s thousand tender greens, and the white-throated sparrow’s call that borders on rudeness. Do you know— since you went away all I can do is wait for you to come back to me. — Jane Kenyon, from “The Clearing,” Collected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2005)
It took my breath away, too, how we could take up so little space and yet contain it all, the vast demands, the amplitude of love. – Marisa de los Santos