the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a clutter of trite jewels — E. E. Cummings, from “Impressions: the sky a sliver,” Tulips and Chimneys. (Liveright; 2nd Revised ed. Edition, August 17, 1996) Originally published 1923.
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness — E. E. Cummings, from “i will wade out,” 100 Selected Poems. . (Grove Press January 10, 1994) Originally published 1954.
Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. — T. S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Waste Land and… Continue reading T. S. Eliot
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the… Continue reading T. S. Eliot
Because I know that time is always time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place I rejoice that things are as they are. — T. S. Eliot, from “Ash Wednesday,” Collected Poems 1909-1962. (Faber & Faber Limited 1963)
I am weary with longing. I am faint with love; for upon my head the moonlight has fallen as a sword. — Skipwith Cannéll, from “Nocturnes,” Poetry (August 1913).
All the while they were talking the new morality Her eyes explored me. And when I rose to go Her fingers were like the tissue Of a Japanese paper napkin. — Ezra Pound, “The Encounter,” Selected Poems. (New Directions January 17, 1957) Originally published 1928.