Don’t drink and tweet.
Silences The world is made of water. —Parmenides I can barely remember, now, that unwritten poem in which you suddenly appeared, and which disappeared the way your Mohawk fathers disappeared from the valley I lived in once. I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry… Continue reading Richard Jackson
Love loves to return, to bring back to the origin, to begin loving from the first instant, love wants to love everything, — Hélène Cixous, from “Poetry, Passion and History,” Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing. (1st edition, June 27, 1997)
Alone now, in my dark room, The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool And gradually the surface quietens Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence. No questions catch the clothes But only as it were a spreading Draws all threads to their finished pattern And you are pieced together bit by bit Set… Continue reading Philip Larkin