There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them. So I fall in love with the man in the moon. He makes the tide uncover me. Then takes off his glasses and explains, ‘I’ve brought you this gift: the starkness of my hands and the crater of my mouth.’ — Katherine Larson,… Continue reading Katherine Larson
XII Para Mi Corazon (Your Breast is Enough) Your breast is enough for my heart, and my wings for your freedom. What was sleeping above your soul will rise out of my mouth to heaven. In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness. ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno (The Divine Comedy). (Modern Library, December 9, 2003) Originally 1320.
The heart, if it could think it would stop beating. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002)
And if now by the flashlight of the mind I was to look for you, conjure you as I have come to know you, you would split into a thousand points of memory, disjointed bits unable to cohere. But if I sweep these aside and wait in the rich, silent dark, and listen, forgetting what… Continue reading Jacques Coetzee
The universe is ourself Moving in sleep Very slowly or in sudden Seizures toward eternal life. — Frederick Seidel, from “Starlight,” Poems: 1959-2009 (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 2009)
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite. — Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (Central Avenue Publishing, October 24, 2017)