"Moments: beware the poetry of moments. Many of those moments are literary, remember. They have a past, a dreary past."
Theodore Roethke, from “The Poet’s Business,” On Poetry & Craft (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)

(Source: memoryslandscape)


The clouds do not bother us
when we look for heaven. Always

we find a faint, veiled outline
like the ship on the horizon,

a dark memory
on the edge. The sea moves in waves,

garbling the language.
We’ve been a great distance

and the darkness has rolled back
enough to be honest.

Russell Evatt, opening lines to “[The clouds do not bother us],” burntdistrict (vol. 2, no. 1, Winter 2013)

"What is it all for, this poetry,
This bundle of accomplishment
Put together with so much pain?"
– Kenneth Rexroth, from “August 22, 1939”
"Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins."
– Anne Sexton, from “The Witch’s Life”
"This is the dream we carry through the world
that something fantastic will happen
that it has to happen
that time will open by itself
that doors shall open by themselves
that the heart will find itself open
that mountain springs will jump up
that the dream will open by itself
that we one early morning
will slip into a harbor
that we have never known."
– Olav H. Hauge, “This is the Dream”, trans. Robert Bly
"We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world."
Jack Gilbert, from “A Brief for the Defense”, in Refusing Heaven (with thanks to hiddenshores)
"Home’s the place we head for in our sleep."
– Louise Erdrich, from “Indian Boarding School: The Runaways”