What are days for? Days are where we live. — Philip Larkin, from “Days,” The Whitsun Weddings. (Faber & Faber; Later Printing edition January 1971) Originally published 1964.
Intense love always leads to mourning. — Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition May 1987)
What will survive of us is love. — Philip Larkin, from “An Arundel Tomb,” The Whitsun Weddings. (Faber & Faber; Later Printing edition January 1971) Originally published 1964.
You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end— —Louise Glück, from “The Encounter,”… Continue reading Louise Glück
When You are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty… Continue reading W. B. Yeats
Maybe she loved me, maybe not – who knows? Not even the gods can see into a human heart – it’s that dark. ―Gregory Orr, from “Orpheus Descending,” Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence. (Copper Canyon Press; First Edition edition February 1, 2001)
Black was the without eye Black the within tongue Black was the heart Black the liver, black the lungs Unable to suck in light Black the blood in its loud tunnel Black the bowels packed in furnace Black too the muscles Striving to pull out into the light Black the nerves, black the brain With… Continue reading Ted Hughes