June 2012
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The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of...
– Henry Beston, The Outermost House
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May 2012
147 posts
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In my small way I prosper.
– Turner Cassity, ”Off the Nollendorfplatz” (The Best American Poetry 2011)
(with thanks to leopoldgursky)
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He liked the late afternoon light as it dimmed
In the living room, and wouldn’t...
– David Lehman, “Dutch Interior”
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Thought’s surface: word.
Word’s surface: gesture.
Gesture’s...
– Vera Pavlova, “[Thought’s surface: word]”, translated by Steven Seymour
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I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white...
– Lisel Mueller, from “When I Am Asked” (thank you, proustitute)
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I don’t believe in the next world. The world is one. One reality. Death isn’t a...
– Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook”, translated by Clare Cavanagh
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The rest of my days I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die,...
– Blanche from A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
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Learn to look past,
to be the first to part.
Tears, saliva, sperm
are no...
– Vera Pavlova, “[Learn to look past]”, translated by Steven Seymour
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Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance.
– Henry Miller, Sexus
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‘Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear:
Deep sounds make lesser noise...
– William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
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If I could only put up with myself and the selves inside me.
– Fernando Pessoa, from Poems of Fernando Pessoa, trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown
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Perhaps it’s true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments...
– Susan Mitchell, lines from “Bird: A Memoir” in Erotikon (Thank you, A Poet Reflects:)
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Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like...
– Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook, translated by Clare Cavanagh (Thank you, awritersruminations)
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I have often asked myself why I enjoy writing (manually, that is) to such a...
– Roland Barthes, from the preface to La civilisation de l’écriture by Roger Druet and Herman Grégoire (Thank you, awritersruminations)
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I cry continually against my life. I have sleepless nights, thinking of the time...
– W. B. Yeats, Estrangement: Extracts from a Diary Kept in 1909
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It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside...
– Gary Snyder, “How Poetry Comes to Me”
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Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few,...
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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It’s my mind, with its hoard of horribles,
that’s me.
Or...
– Anne Stevenson, from “Washing My Hair”
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Morning arrives
unannounced
by limousine: the tall
emaciated chairman
of...
– Franz Wright, “Morning Arrives”
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Always learn poems by heart,” she said. “They have to become the...
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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To speak of the smell and feel
of books, the erotics of the text,
has begun to...
– Yahia Lababidi, “Shuttered Windows” (via berfrois)
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls…
– John Donne, from “To Sir Henry Wotton”
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Anything approaching an explanation is always derogatory to a work of art.
– Oscar Wilde, The Complete Letters of Oscar Wilde
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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in...
– Philip James Bailey, from [“We live in deeds, not years”]
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She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for...
– E. M. Forster, Howards End
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Be what I think? But I keep thinking I’m so many things!
– Fernando Pessoa, from “Tobacco Shop”, trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown
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I see my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many...
– W. B. Yeats, from “Fergus and the Druid”
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Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen...
– Oscar Wilde, from “Her Voice”
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There is ecstasy in paying attention.
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird (via Risky Wiver)
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Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet...
– Louise Erdrich, from “Advice to Myself” (via @Soulclaphands)
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Seat yourself next to your joy
and have your awakened soul pour wine.
– Rumi
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Every thought reorders the universe.
– William Stafford, Every War Has Two Losers: William Stafford on Peace and War
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I do feel at home in the world. I have genuinely felt throughout my life a sense...
– William Stafford, The Paris Review
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Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?
How many times...
– Juan Ramon Jimenez, “Who Knows What Is Going On”, translated by Robert Bly