Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. ― H. Rider Haggard, She. (Oxford University Press, October 22, 1998) Originally published 1887.
STREPHON kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. —Sara Teasdale, “The Look,” Love Songs. (BookSurge Classics May… Continue reading Sara Teasdale
I believe in the great day Which will make our paths meet: I shall wake then from the desert Seeing you approach with pots filled with water. — Mazisi Kunene, from “A Farewell,” Zulu Poems. (Africana Publishing Corporation 1970)
Inside my skin, loving you, I am this space my body believes in. — Yuself Komunyakaa, from “Unnatural State of the Unicorn,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems. (Wesleyan University Press 1993)
Wasn’t that th+e definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted. — Abraham Verghese, Cutting of the Stone. (Vintage Books February 2009)
Romance is the sweetening of the soul With fragrance offered by the stricken heart. ― Wole Soyinka, Lion and the Jewel. [Lakunle] from “Morning.” (Oxford University Press; 1st edition 1962) First first performed in 1959.
we are traveling somewhere together alone God knows where we are going, and who cares we’re together, walking and happily talking and laughing, and breathing. — Franz Wright, from “Flight,” Walking to Martha’s Vineyard ( Knopf, 2003)