I could lie around all day wanting the brush of your lips. Between your lips, the dark field meets a night sky. I am inside each ragged breath and the pause between. — Carole Glasser Langille, from “When You’re Not Here and When You Are,” Late in a Slow Time (Mansfield Press, 2003)
Lightly the air presses down on our shoulders its great blue thumbs, lightly, as if afraid to hurt us. What will you do when the sky falls, brother? See? the sparrows hold it up: pray to them. — Donald Finkel, from “Vogelfanger,” Poetry (March 1965)
I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else… and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more… and I will love you if you never marry at all,… Continue reading Lemony Snicket
He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict dosing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most. […] In the shattered schoolhouse where for the first time he had felt the security of power, a few feet from the room where he had… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
I had the idea that the world’s so full of pain it must sometimes make a kind of singing. — Robert Hass, from “Faint Music,” Sun Under Wood (HarperCollins, 1996)
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? ― Mary Oliver, from “Peonies,” New and Selected Poems, Volume One. (Beacon Press; Revised edition November 15, 2005) Originally published 1992.
Maybe she loved me, maybe not – who knows? Not even the gods can see into a human heart – it’s that dark. ―Gregory Orr, from “Orpheus Descending,” Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence. (Copper Canyon Press; First Edition edition February 1, 2001)