i love you much(most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and i like you better than everything in the sky. — E.E. Cummings, from “i love you much(most beautiful darling),” Complete Poems, 1913-1962. (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich; Second Printing edition, 1980)
There are moments that explode and become stars — Octavio Paz, from “Seeds for a psalm,” Early Poems 1935-1955 (New Directions, 1973)
I saw you I saw you in the distance in front of the wall I saw the hole of your shadow on the wall There was still some sand left And your bare feet Your footprints that went on and on How would I have known you The… Continue reading Pierre Reverdy
Forgotten things grasped at things to be forgotten… — Paul Celan, from “Pain, the Syllable,” Paul Celan: Glottal Stop, 101 Poems, translated by Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh (Hanover and London: WesleyanUniversity Press, 2000).
what a wonderful thing is the end of a string (murmurs little you-i as the hill becomes nil) and will somebody tell me why people let go — E.E. Cummings, from “o by the by”, Selected Poems 1923-1958. (Penguin Books, January 1, 1963)
The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise. Kill, plunder more quickly, love as much as you wish. And if you die, are you not sure of being roused from the dead? Let yourself be led. Events will not tolerate deferment.… Continue reading André Breton
How slow life is, how violent hope is. ― Guillaume Apollinaire
