I’ll say I love you, which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to disappoint you better than anyone ever has. — Stephen Dunn, from “Mon Semblable,” Different Hours. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1St Edition edition January 17, 2002) Originally published 2000.
Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry Relax. This won’t last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in to sleep, turn on the T.V., deal the cards. This poem is built to withstand such things. Its feelings cannot be hurt. They exist… Continue reading Stephen Dunn
Years ago, when I was rotten with virtue, I believed loveliness was just a face, a flower, no underside to it, no dark complication. — Stephen Dunn, from “Loveliness,” New & Selected Poems 1974-1994. (W W Norton & Co Inc; 1st edition April 1994)
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike the hummingbirds imagining their wings to be their heart, and swallows believing the horizon to be a line they lift and drop. —Jorie Graham, from “Mind,” Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts. (Princeton University Press;… Continue reading Jorie Graham
love is turning out the lights when others do, a curfew we would take for sails. ― Jorie Graham, from “Flooding,” Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts. (Princeton University Press; First Edition edition June 1, 1980)
the soul on its own is helpless, asleep in the hollows of its rigging, waiting to be stirred. — Stephen Dunn, from “And So,” What Goes On: Selected and New Poems 1995-2009. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition January 5, 2009)
In Love, His Grammar Grew In love, his grammar grew rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell madly from the sky like pheasants for the peasantry, and he, as sated as they were, lolled under shade trees until roused by moonlight and the beautiful fraternal twins and and but. Oh that was when he knew he… Continue reading Stephen Dunn