Black Swan I told the boy I found him under a bush. What was the harm? I told him he was sleeping And that a black swan slept beside him, The swan’s feathers hot, the scent of the hot feathers And of the bush’s hot white flowers As rank and sweet as the stewed milk… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world… Continue reading T. S. Eliot
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
Then the bees come, more than you’d ever expect, whirring from sprig to sprig with such meticulous and random urgency you might think they understand each blossom begins to die upon its opening which has been hurried along by your own desire. — Allen Braden, from “Lilacs and Desires,” Louisiana Literature (vol. 34, no. 1,… Continue reading Allen Braden
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are? — T. S. Eliot
When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door… Continue reading Mary Oliver
A man’s only got so many yeses inside him before he uses them all up. ― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides. (Dial Press Trade Paperback; Reprint edition, October 2002) Originally published 1986.