There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them. So I fall in love with the man in the moon. He makes the tide uncover me. Then takes off his glasses and explains, ‘I’ve brought you this gift: the starkness of my hands and the crater of my mouth.’ — Katherine Larson,… Continue reading Katherine Larson
But to write is to dignify memory — Allan Peterson, from “Footnotes,” Mississippi Review (vol. 41, no. 3, Winter 2014)
One by one the lights appear at sea, not stars drowning as they must, but small boats… — Philip Levine, from “One by One,” Poetry (August 1973)
There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness. ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno (The Divine Comedy). (Modern Library, December 9, 2003) Originally 1320.
The heart, if it could think it would stop beating. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002)
The universe is ourself Moving in sleep Very slowly or in sudden Seizures toward eternal life. — Frederick Seidel, from “Starlight,” Poems: 1959-2009 (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 2009)
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite. — Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (Central Avenue Publishing, October 24, 2017)