May 2010
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Famous | Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous...
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Number 8 | Lawrence Ferlinghetti
muscovite:
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ‘We think differently at night’ she told me once lying back languidly And she would quote Cocteau ‘I feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say ‘whom I am constantly shocking’ Then she would smile and look away light a cigarette for me sigh and rise and stretch her sweet anatomy let fall a...
“You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phony stuff in the...”
– J. D. Salinger (via quote-book) (via brightandglittering) (via clairefisher) (via booklover) (via eventwhorizon)
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Forgetfulness | Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones. Long ago you kissed ...
“After I read a really good poem, the next few seconds fall completely silent.”
– Footsteps unheard, voices inaudible, the shuffling of shifting things now ssshhhh. The whole world is moving but mute. And then suddenly, my heart takes a deep lunge and I am left trembling (inside, unseen) as people and places shudder back into the sound of life.
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Toward a Definition of Love | David Lehman →
1. Another time they were making love. “It’s even better When you help,” she said. That was the second thing He liked about her: she had memorized hours Of movie dialogue, as if their life together In the close apartment, with the street noise, The crank calls, and the sinister next-door neighbor, Consisted of roles to be played with panache, If possible, and with a song in her heart. Was she...
