Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats. — João Guimarães Rosa, Tutaméia (Terceiras Estórias) Nova Fronteira; 8 edition (2009). Originally published January 1st 1976.
What faded wasn’t poetry. – Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “In Search of Poetry,” Multitudinous Heart: Selected Poems. Translated by Richard Zenith. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; Bilingual ed. edition June 23, 2015)
I want to write a poem as simple as a glass of water or as a piece of bread abandoned on the table by a child A poem transparent like a window light like a winged ingot of lead and yet heavy like butterflies among city lorries A poem wrought… Continue reading Stefan Baciu
But after much thought, I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing more difficult in this world than to surrender completely. This is one of man’s greatest sorrows. ― Clarice Lispector, Selected Cronicas. (New Directions November 17, 1996)