February 2010
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A Love Song
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of...
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It is difficult
to get the news from poems,
yet men die miserably every day
for lack of what is found there.
~ William Carlos Williams .
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“One day I will … ”
but she put her hand over his mouth.
“You don’t even know what I want to say!”
he cried, in a smothered voice.
“No,” she said.
The room wept,
the windows shed bitter tears
and the floor sobbed.
The walls lamented quietly
and the bed wished itself dead, worm-eaten, in a basement,
all in pieces.
But the sun came up
and she took her hand from his mouth,...
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A Heart-Shaped History Iain Gately
The ♥ icon is used all over the world as a pictogram of the human heart, and as shorthand for affection: ♥ = heart = love. It is the most commonly recognized symbol on the planet after the cross and the crescent. But though we see it all the time, and teach its meaning to our children, its associations with the organ of circulation, and indeed love, are...
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TWO Two people.
One is nice, the other is nicer.
One fishes up the truth,
the other fishes up the truth and wrings it out.
One hides, the other hides and is unfindable.
One falls, the other falls and gets up again and falls again.
One clings to the other,
the other clings to the one and scratches him, bites him,
takes him by the throat, doesn’t let go.
One thinks of his beloved,
the...
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“Countless lives inhabit us.
I don’t know, when I think or feel,
Who it is that...”
– Countless lives inhabit us by Ricardo Reis, translated by Richard Zenith [source] (via hotelnewbabylon)
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What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
~ David Whyte .
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Believe me, said an angel, I will save you.
No, said a man, I don’t believe you.
You have to believe me, said the angel
and he drove away the ambition of the man
and his painful omniscience,
gave him peace
and large quantities of a rare,
resilient happiness, such as had never been described.
Do you believe me now, the angel asked
and he looked at the man with unparalleled love...
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