William Stafford
Maybe our needs are deeper than our appetites. — William Stafford, Sound of the Ax: Aphorisms and Poems, eds. Paul Merchant and Vincent Wixon (University of Pittsburg Press, 2014)
Maybe our needs are deeper than our appetites. — William Stafford, Sound of the Ax: Aphorisms and Poems, eds. Paul Merchant and Vincent Wixon (University of Pittsburg Press, 2014)
You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row; You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May, or July clover-bloom—no grain of August now;) You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you overstay’d of time, Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest, The faithfulest—hardiest—last.… Continue reading Walt Whitman
Because I never held you close, I hold you forever. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. Trans. & ed. Michale Hulse (Penguin Classics, 2009)