Thursday, February 26, 2009

a theme that keeps coming up


You are so beautiful and I am a fool
to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for variation. I have never heard anyone sing I am so beautiful and you are a fool to be in love with me, even though this notion has surely crossed the minds of women and men alike. You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool is another one you don't hear. Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful. That one you will never hear, guaranteed...

Night Club [excerpt]
Billy Collins

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Fall


There was a man who found two leaves and came
indoors holding them out saying to his parents
that he was a tree.

To which they said then go into the yard and do
not grow in the living room as your roots may
ruin the carpet.

He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he
dropped his leaves.

But his parents said look it is fall.

The Fall
Russell Edson

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Graves


I love you and your great way of forgetting.


Graves [excerpt]
Carl Sandburg

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

so much depends


so much depends

upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens


The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams

Monday, February 16, 2009

End of Winter


When has my grief ever gotten
in the way of your pleasure?

End of Winter [excerpt]

Louise Glück

Saturday, February 14, 2009

my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved,


Good morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V[ienna] is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours


"Immortal Beloved" Letter
July 7, 1812

Ludwig Van Beethoven

To be loved means


To be loved means to be consumed in flames. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away; to love is to endure.


The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge [excerpt]

Rainer Maria Rilke

Friday, February 13, 2009

one problem


Too much together, or too much apart:

This is one problem of the human heart.

Thirty-five years of sharing day by day
With so much shared there is no need to say

So many things: we know instinctively
The common words of our proximity.

Not here, you're missed; now here I need to get away,
To make some portion separate in the day...

Together, Apart [excerpt]
Anthony Thwaite

Thursday, February 12, 2009

And because it is my heart


In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter — bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

In the Desert
Stephen Crane

Wednesday, February 11, 2009