April 2012
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“And yet the love you were looking for, I had to give you; the love I was looking for—so your tired, knowing eyes implied—you had to give me. Our bodies sensed and sought each other; our blood and skin understood. But, flustered, we both hid ourselves.”
C. P. Cavafy, from “On the Stairs” in Collected Poems
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I’m in the sky, sky, sky I’m in the...
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“There is fire under the earth, and the fire is pure. There is fire under the earth and molten rock.
There is a torrent under the earth, it will stream into us.
There is a torrent under the earth, it will scorch our bones.
A great fire is coming, a torrent is coming over the earth.
We shall be witnesses”
Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Songs from an Island”
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“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body, to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing, i said, except the air of spring smelling of never and forever.
….and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand (which moved as though fingers touch a girl’s breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,...
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“love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear…”
e.e. cummings, from “[being to timelessness as it’s to time]”
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“My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave… but what we feel is the wind in our faces.”
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Take this sinking boat and point it home...
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“In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech”
T. S. Eliot, from “The Hollow Men”
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“When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World”
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Where love turns to love turns to fear They say...
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“What was it then? Could things thrust their hands up and grip one; could the blade cut; the first grasp? Was there no safety? No learning by heart the ways of the world? No guide ,no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be,that this was life? - starltling, unexpected, unknown.?”
Virginia Woolf, “To The...
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“I must have flowers, always, and always.”
Claude Monet
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“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.”
Virginia Woolf, from “The String Quartet”
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“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.”
George Eliot
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“… It is unbearably painful For the soul to love silently.”
Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems
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