“peace came to the hinterlands of our minds, / too remote to know, but peace nonetheless.”
Month: January 2018
Robert Bringhurst, These Poems, She Said
“Love means love of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing.”
Osip Mandelstam, And I was Alive
“Time intensified and time intolerable, sweetness raveling rot. / It is now. It is not.”
Kim Addonizio, New Year’s Day
“and wonder how their lives have carried them this far without ever once explaining anything.”
Naomi Shihab Nye, burning the old year
“I begin again with the smallest numbers.”
Evie Shockley, on new year’s eve
“anxious gods molding our
hoped-for adams with this temporal clay”
Richard Wilbur, Year’s End
“These sudden ends of time must give us pause. We fray into the future, rarely wrought “