And in the heart, born single as a kiss, Broods the sad other—learner, yearner, dier— That knows, uncomforted, its one desire Was not for this. — Rhina P. Espaillat, from “Falling,” Where Horizons Go (New Odyssey Press, 1998)
It was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a mask, and seeing the bubbles coming up as if you were trying to speak from under the water. And how do you know what it’s like to try to speak from under water… Continue reading Jean Rhys
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone. — Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea. (W. W. Norton & Company; Reissue edition January 25, 2016) Originally published 1966.