Nina Bogin (January 02, 1954 -) At the crossroads, hens scratched circles into the white dust. There was a shop where I bought coffee and eggs, coarse-grained chocolate almost too sweet to eat. When I walked up the road, the string sack heavy on my arm, I thought that my legs could take me anywhere, …
Robert Graves On Flying Crooked
Robert von Ranke Graves (July 24, 1895 – December 07, 1985) The butterfly, the cabbage white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight, Yet has — who knows so well as I? — A just sense of how not to fly: He lurches here …
Louise Gluck On Walking At Night
Louise Gluck (April 22, 1943 -) Now that she is old, the young men don't approach her so the nights are free, the streets at dusk that were so dangerous have become as safe as the meadow. By midnight, the town's quiet. Moonlight reflects off the stone walls; on the pavement, you can hear the …
Tao Writer On Moments
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) If I could master just one art, it would be the art of letting go: of people I have known and loved, of places I’ve traveled to and lived of sunsets and full moons I’ve witnessed. I would let go of this moment as quickly as it appears, faster if …
William Carlos Williams On This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
Alan Lightman On Questions
Alan Lightman (November 28, 1948 -) Excerpt From Song of Two Worlds So much I’ve lost, I have nothing Except a fierce hunger To fathom this world. Naked, I knock on the door, Wearing only my questions. One thousand questions, and each gives An answer, which then forms a question. The questions and answers will …
Derek Walcott On Love After Love
Derek Walcott (January 23, 1930 - March 17, 2017) The time will come when with elation, You will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, Sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your Self. Give wine. Give …
