poetry – Page 9 – wraithsandstraysofparis

George Saunders

Patricia Lockwood

“that darkening in the trees before the sky goes dark: the sweetness of the / lilacs / and the grass smell…”

— Marie Howe, from What the Living Do; “Rochester, New York, July 1989″

momofay-world:

Poem Strip
Novel by Dino Buzzati

star-eaters:

“I say ‘I want you inside me’ and you hold my head underwater, I say ’ I want you inside me’ and you split me open with a knife.”

— Richard Siken, Wishbone

watchoutforintellect:

“Right, off to bed. So as not to sleep. To listen to the darkness, the silence, the solitude and the dead.”

— Samuel Beckett, from a letter to Mania Peron featured in The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume II 1941-1956

peaceloveandafropuffs:

“I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams; The perfect loveliness that God has made,— Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams. And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam.”

— “Sonnet” by Alice Dunbar Nelson

medeae:

Anne Carson, ‘Wildly Constant’, London Review of Books

poetsandwriters:

“The rims of wounds have wounds as well. Sphinx, small print, you are inscrutable. On the roads, blue thistles, barely Visible by night, and, by these, you may yet find your way home.”

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Lucie Brock-Broido (1956–2018), from “Infinite Riches in the Smallest Room” (2013)

arterialtrees:

anne carson