Paul Celan
And the too much of my speaking:heaped up round the littlecrystal dressed in the style of your silence. — Paul Celan, from “Below,” Selected Poems. (Penguin Books, Limited [UK] 06/28/199)
Category: Surrealism
André Breton
You had carved the infallible signsOf my enchantmentWith a dagger whose coral handle forks into infinitySo that your blood and mineWould become one — André Breton, from “It Was Going on Five in the Morning,” Andre Breton: Selections. (University of California Press; 1st edition October 1, 2003)
Paul Celan
I know,I know and you know, we knew,we did not know, wewere there, after all, and not thereand at times whenonly the void stood between us we gotall the way to each other — Paul Celan , from “Soviel Gestirne” (So Many Constellations), Selected Poems and Prose of Paul Celan. (W. W. Norton & Company;… Continue reading Paul Celan
Paul Kleen
One eye sees, the other feels. — Paul Kleen
E.E. Cummings
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)
Octavio Paz
There are moments that explode and become stars — Octavio Paz, from “Seeds for a psalm,” Early Poems 1935-1955 (New Directions, 1973)
Pierre Reverdy
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
Paul Celan
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).
E.E. Cummings
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)
André Breton
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
