In the final analysis, roses are nothing but tears. Nothing but the whistle of the leaving train and the breach of a promise. Sorrow, too, is nothing but an evening leaning on April. — Odysseus Elytis, from “Disappointment Below Zero,” Cards on the Table (1974) (collection of essays and letters, 1936-1974)
It’s eternity I want, Where all things are And always will be, Where I can hold my loves A little looser, — Carol Lynn Pearson, from “Optical Illusion,” Beginnings and Beyond. (Cedar Fort, October 1, 2005)
I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet. (Dover Publications May 8, 2002) Originally published 1929.