Everything works against you The way the evening comes down Its trellises one rose at a time The watery knots of light That lap at your memory The way you thought of your life once An endless falling of seeds. — Charles Wright, from “One Two Three,” Hard Freight (Wesleyan University Press, 1973) Advertisements
My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence. ― Raymond Carver, Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems. (Vintage; 1 edition, March 12, 1986) Originally published 1984
I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave. — David Levithan, Every Day. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; 1st Printing edition, 2012)
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space. — Charles Bukowski, from “no help for that,” You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense. (Black Sparrow Press,1986)
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. — Anne Carson, Eros: The Bittersweet. (Dalkey Archive Press; 1st Dalkey Archive ed edition, March 1, 1998) Originally published 1986.
You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don’t weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don’t weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
My body sings only one song; the wind turns gray in my arms. Flowers bloom. Flowers die. More is less. I long for more. — Mark Strand, from “The One Song,” Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014)