The geography of your destiny is always clearer to the eye of your soul than to the intentions and needs of your surface mind. — John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition, March 22, 2000)
DANCE there upon the shore;What need have you to careFor wind or water’s roar?And tumble out your hairThat the salt drops have wet;Being young you have not knownThe fool’s triumph, nor yetLove lost as soon as won,Nor the best labourer deadAnd all the sheaves to bind.What need have you to dreadThe monstrous crying of wind!… Continue reading W.B. Yeats
For it is love that I am seeking for,But of a beautiful, unheard-of kindThat is not in the world. — W.B. Yeats, from The Shadowy Waters: A Dramatic Poem (BBC, 1959)
I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire ( Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.
May slow sequences / Of kisses discover / Your secret echoes. — John O’Donohue, from “For Eros,” To Bless the Space Between Us (Doubleday, 2008)
near me,Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me stillA little space for the rose–breath to fill! — W.B. Yeats, from “To the Rose upon the Rood of Time,” The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (Scribner; 2nd Revised edition, September 9, 1996) Originally published 1950.
Imagine being opened like a fish: the worldin front of your gaze a final timeand then nothing, namelessness, just lightslamming into broken rock, livessilting together, lives in a heap,the lurching harmony of things taking over—as if we were creatures of hope after all. — Eamon Grennan, from “Love Bites,” Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf… Continue reading Eamon Grennan
Now the two of us here in the darkhave let the fire die slowly down, and it’s your bodyI want to see with the curtains open and the half-moonpressed against the window—your long pale bodysmoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside minewhile we warm ourselves again in the heavy worldof matter, catching fire at… Continue reading Eamon Grennan
a stara treeand the longing in between — Gabriel Rosenstock, from “a star,” The Longing In Between. Edited by Ivan M. Granger (Poetry Chaikhana, 2014)
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart. — Sebastian Barry, On Canaan’s Side: A Novel. (Faber & Faber; First Edition edition August 4, 2011)
The Vale of Soul-Making 