O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. — Amy Lowell, “Carrefour,” Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art,… Continue reading Amy Lowell
[…] remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world. — Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” The New Yorker: Poems. May 4, 2015 Issue.
What I have is a desire To name my desire To be as close to my condition as possible — Sarah Jean Grimm, from “Sex Machina,” The Literary Review: An International Journal of Contemporary Writing (vol. 62, no. 1, Spring 2019)
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. — J.D. Salinger, from “A Girl I Knew,” Good Housekeeping: February 1948.
Solitude is necessary not only for writing but for love as such. I strongly believe only in love where you can preserve your own solitude. Rainer Maria Rilke has a beautiful definition of such kind of love, when he says that love consists in this: “that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”… Continue reading Srećko Horvat
Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion. — Barry Lopez, Poets and Writers interview, March/April, 1994
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)— Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so… Continue reading Robert Frost