Step into the embrace of what you love, The wonderfully smooth coherence of live touch, Somebody’s aching voice, the held note of Your name, the only thing that matters much. — Mark Jarman, from “31,” Unholy Sonnets (Storyline Press, 2000)
Lovers in my wound’s landscape, overjoyed, can watch the reeds bend in the crossing currents, can drink from red pools in the honeyed thigh. But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. ― Federico García Lorca, from “Sonnet or the Garden of… Continue reading Federico García Lorca
Breath, you invisible poem! Steady, sheer exchange between the cosmos and our being. Counterpoise in which I rhythmically become […] You, air, still full of places once mine, do you know me? You once my words’ sphere, leaf, and smooth rind. —Rainer Maria Rilke, first and last strophes to “Sonnet 1,” The Sonnets to Orpheus:… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnet LXV Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “XIII,” The Sonnets to Orpheus. (W. W. Norton &… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Everything wants to float. And yet we move about like weights, attaching ourselves to everything, in thrall to gravity… — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “14,” Sonnets to Orpheus. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition April 17, 2006) Originally published 1922.
…your smile more enduring, when it illuminates your sorrow. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Sonnets To Orpheus. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition April 17, 2006) Originally published 1922.