Like mine, your fleshDesires — after water and sun — the touch of shadow;Our word passionatelyWants the youth like a flowering branchWho plaits his loveliness of scent and hue in the warm spring air;Our eyes want the monotonous, diverse sea,Filled with the gray bird’s cries in the storm;Our hands want lovely verses to scatter to… Continue reading Luis Cernuda
I’veoften lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake. — Federico García Lorca
A Winter Dream In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriageWith cushions of blue.We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waitsIn each corner too. You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,Grimacing shadows of evening,Those snarling monsters, a crowd going pastOf black wolves and black demons. Then you’ll feel your cheek… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing… Continue reading Walt Whitman
In winter we close the windowsand read Chekhov,nearly weeping for his world. What luxury, to be so happythat we can grieveover imaginary lives. — Lisel Mueller, from “Late Hours,” Waving From Shore. (LSU Press, December 1, 1989)
Iwas a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man withoutfood or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in mysolitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlightto me. — Charles Bukowski, Factotum. (Ecco May 31, 2002) Originallypublished 1975.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,as though I had wings. — Mary Oliver, from “Starlings In Winter,” Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays. (Beacon Press September 30, 2003)