Finding is losing something else.I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. — Richard Brautigan, “Finding is Losing Something Else” in “A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan,” California Living (16 May 1971)
and I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slowThe most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. — Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” The New Yorker; Poems. May 4, 2015 Issue.
And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss. I wheeled with the stars. My heart broke loose with the wind — Mark Strand, from “Pablo Neruda and his passions,” The New Yorker (September 8, 2003)
(with her beauty more than snow dexterous and fugitive my very frail lady drifting distinctly, moving like a myth in the uncertain morning, with April feet like sudden flowers and all her body filled with May) — E.E. Cummings, from “Puella Mea,” The Dial, January 1921.
To philosophize is to learn to die – philosophizing is a soaring up to the Godhead – the knowledge of Being as Being. — Karl Jaspers, “Philosophy and Science,” World Review Magazine (March 1950).
You will ache for slow beauty to save you from your quick, quick life. — Kapka Kassabova, from “The Door,” Clare Morgan’s What Poetry Brings to Business (University of Michigan Press, 2010)
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.