One word and all is saved One word and all is lost — André Breton, from “Unconscious,” Poems of André Breton: A Bilingual Anthology (University of Texas Press, 1982)
Your dream moves summers inside my mind. — Anne Sexton, from “For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach,” The Complete Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1981)
In Favor Of One’s Time The spent purpose of a perfectly marvellous life suddenly glimmers and leaps into flame it’s more difficult than you think to make charcoal it’s also pretty hard to remember life’s marvellous but there it is guttering choking then soaring in the mirrored room of this consciousness it’s practically a blaze… Continue reading Frank O’Hara
It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories. (Dover Publications; Unabridged edition, 1997) Originally published 1892.
Under this tree for a moment, We have escaped the bitterness Of love, and love lost, and love Betrayed. And what might have been, And what might be, fall equally Away with what is, — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Lyell’s Hypothesis Again ,” The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967)
There are no starfish in the sky tonight, But there is one below your belly, And there are cold evenings in your eyes. —Frank Stanford, from “Amaranth,” What About This: Collected Poems of Frank Stanford (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)
An Attempt at Jealousy How is your life with an ordinary woman? without the god inside her? The queen supplanted— How do you breathe now? Flinch, waking up? What do you do, poor man? How’s your life with a tourist on Earth? Her rib (do you love her?) is it to your liking? How do… Continue reading Marina Tsvetaeva