Louise Glück
You saved me, you should remember me. ― Louise Glück, from “Vita Nova,” Poems 1962-2012. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux November 5, 2013)
Category: American Literature
John Ashbery
I am somewhere else, alone as usual.I must get back to my elegy. — John Ashbery, closing lines to “Novelty Love Trot,” Where Shall I Wander (Ecco, 2005)
Robert Hass
In all the mountains,Stillness;In the treetopsNot a breath of wind.The birds are silent in the woods.Just wait: soon enoughYou will be quiet too. — Robert Hass, “After Goethe,” Time and Materials: Poems 1997-2005. (Ecco; First Edition edition October 9, 2007)
Jane Kenyon
[…] If it’s darknesswe’re having, let it be extravagant. — Jane Kenyon, from “Taking Down the Tree,” Collected Poems. (Graywolf Press September 4, 2007)
E.E. Cummings
[)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is] )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is more silent than more than much more is or total sun oceaning than any this tear jumping from each most least eye of star and without was if minus and shall be immeasurable happenless unnow shuts more than open… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
Paul Guest
I dreamed of understanding the sky or touching your skin somewhere beyond the bit of darkness — Paul Guest, from “Rented Dark,” My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge (Ecco, 2008)
Jennifer Michael Hecht
There is no way to parry ordinary disaster. There are no odds worth playing. — Jennifer Michael Hecht, from “The Propagation of the Species,” The Next Ancient World (Tupelo Press, 2001)
