I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Let me go to hell, that’s all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
Diana - deciduous
Writing is above all a question of instinct.
The moon in her white nightgown,
the moon in her nightgown of nonchalance,
the warm drawers of the moon:
I don’t know what I going to do
bu it will include the terror
of earrings, earrings in the back seat,
nylons on the tub.
-James Tate, from section 11 of “Absences,” in Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1991)
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
-W. B Yeats.
William Butler Yeats photographed in 15 July 1911 by George Charles Beresford