His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. —James Joyce
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
or else alone
November 30, 2009
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. —Rainer Maria Rilke
memory resolves itself
November 29, 2009
All memory resolves itself in gaze. —Richard Hugo
1938: The Moment of Change
November 28, 2009
The moment of change is the only poem. —Adrienne Rich
hoping to be struck by lightning
November 24, 2009
A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning. —Randall Jarrell
where three roads meet
November 19, 2009
Was murdered on a day by highwaymen, Not natives, at a spot where three roads meet. —Sophocles
box of maniacs
November 18, 2009
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs. They can be sent back. They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner. —Sylvia Plath The shipment of bees and queens between the producer and recipient relies on rapid transportation and careful handling en route. Queens are shipped in small wood and wire-screen [...]
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples
November 15, 2009
This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. —William Wordsworth
an hourly assimilation goes forward
November 14, 2009
Not only is distance annihilated, but when, as now, the locomotive and the steamboat, like enormous shuttles, shoot every day across the thousand various threads of national descent and employment and bind them fast in one web, an hourly assimilation goes forward, and there is no danger that local peculiarities and hostilities [...]
I lordly had the trees and leaves
November 13, 2009
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. —Dylan Thomas
