Mar 17, 2014 11:57am
The awareness of not having accomplished anything, and not expecting to accomplish anything in the future, is not so terrible because Tolstoy makes up for all of us. - Anton Chekhov (via blog-cdaleyoung)

Love this.

Mar 13, 2014 4:01pm
Mar 8, 2014 1:19pm

Failing and Flying

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

—Jack Gilbert

Dec 16, 2013 5:20pm

Green Apples

In August we carried the old horsehair mattress
To the back porch
And slept with our children in a row.
The wind came up the mountain into the orchard
Telling me something;
Saying something urgent.
I was happy.
The green apples fell on the sloping roof
And rattled down.
The wind was shaking me all night long;
Shaking me in my sleep
Like a definition of love,
Saying, this is the moment,
Here, now.

Dec 7, 2013 9:54pm
Nov 12, 2013 12:06pm

"Nowadays because people are concerned with gorgeous appearances and their hearts admire ostentation, insipid poems, short-lived poems have appeared. Poetry has become a sunken log submerged unknown to others in the homes of lovers. Poems are not things to bring out in public places as openly as the opening blossoms of the pampas grass. Japanese poetry ought not to be thus."

—Ki no Tsurayuki, ca. 905

Nov 4, 2013 5:28pm
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. - Robert Frost
Oct 30, 2013 9:00pm
When I had no roof I made
audacity my roof. - "Samurai Song" by Robert Pinsky
Oct 30, 2013 9:59am
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