Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
267"This has all happened before
but nothing here is obsolete.
Everything here is possible." - Anne Sexton, from It Is A Spring Afternoon
324"Blue eyes wash off sometimes.
They have already torn up the sky
for they have torn off its color." - Anne Sexton, from Letters To Dr. Y.
633"Aren’t there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going." - Margaret Atwood, from The Shadow Voice
200"If only there were stillness, full, complete." - Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book Of Hours
427"I listen always. Give me the slightest sign.
I’m very near." - Rainer Maria Rilke, from You, Neighbor God, If Sometimes In The Night
710"I always think of you, truly
I will forever think of you." - Serge Van Duijnhoven, from With A Sleeping Body
but what is poetry.
More than one flimsy answer
has been given to that question.
And I don’t know, and don’t know, and I
cling to it as to a life line." - Wislawa Szymborska, from Some People Like Poetry
280"I was full of feelings and impressions.
Now it’s all
like dots in brackets." - Wislawa Szymborska, from 16th May 1973
603"I have faith in nights." - Rainer Maria Rilke, from You Darkness, That I Come From
153"…and you know the picture is incomplete but it can stand for itself
and who are you to ask for more, who are you to insist on hunger?" - Conchitina Cruz, from Morning
190"Reason is not needed with us, he said.
So, “I want to know who you are,” who the “I,” who the “we” is." - Alex Dimitrov, from I Am Always Thinking About You, America
363"Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel." - Michael Leunig, from Untitled
631"Of the few things I wanted then, I needed you." - William Logan, fom For An Old Girlfriend, Long Dead
187"I didn’t even guess that I was happy.
The small irritations that are like salt
on melon were what I dwelt on,
though in truth they simply
made the fruit taste sweeter.
So we sat on the porch
in the cool morning, sipping
hot coffee. Behind the news of the day—
strikes and small wars, a fire somewhere—
I could see the top of your dark head
and thought not of public conflagrations
but of how it would feel on my bare shoulder.
If someone could stop the camera then…
if someone could only stop the camera
and ask me: are you happy?
perhaps I would have noticed
how the morning shone in the reflected
color of lilac. Yes, I might have said
and offered a steaming cup of coffee." - Linda Pastan, from The Happiest Day
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