Sonnet 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth, Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit… Continue reading William Shakespeare
Move through transformation, out and in. What is the deepest loss that you have suffered? If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine. In this immeasurable darkness, be the power that rounds your senses in their magic ring, the sense of their mysterious encounter. And if the earthly no longer knows your name, whisper to… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet XII,” Selected Poems. (San Val, September 1990) Originally published 1961.
XXVII Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small…transparent, round. You have moon lines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer’s wholeness in a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Love poured her beauty into my warm veins. — Pierre de Ronsard, “Cassadra’s Beauty (Nature withheld Cassadra in the Skies’),” trans. John Keats, Sonnets, ed. John Hollander (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)
Silent friend of many distances,feel how your breath is still expanding space. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “29″ of The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Series, Duino Elegies and the Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. A. Poulin, Jr. (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)
Alliance (Sonata) Of dusty glances fallen to the ground or of soundless leaves burying themselves. Of metals without light, with the emptiness, with the absence of the suddenly dead day. At the tip of the hands the dazzlement of butterflies, the upflight of butterflies whose light has no end. You kept the trail of light,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Teach me to hear mermaids singing… — John Donne, from “Song: Go and Catch a Star,” The Songs and Sonnets of John Donne. (Harvard University Press; New edition edition, April 20, 2009) Originally published 1633.
Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity, your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages, and the genital fire transformed into delight runs through the narrow pathways of the blood until it plunges down, like a dark carnation, until it is and is no more than a flash in the night. — Pablo Neruda,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night. — Stéphane Mallarmé, from “Sonnet: Pour votre chère morte, son ami…” (For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2 November 1877. Selected Poems. Translated by… Continue reading Stéphane Mallarmé