For Frank Stanford by Franz Wright
The scheming and chattering
mind’s abrupt sense
in the night of its being
surrounded by mind,
unendingly, starrily
dwarfed and encircled
by mind whose voice
is silence, utter
silence unequivocally
kind…
The first bird
talking to the last stars—
maybe it was you
who woke me today in the dark;
I know you’re still around here somewhere.
I love you, therefore you are here.
For the first time in days I got dressed;
and I walked outside this morning,
and I saw a new heaven and a new earth.
Fayetteville 3/13/04
"to have kissed
your mouth with the force of language,
to have spoken your name at all.”
-Greg Watson, “Now"
(via ahuntersheart)
"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth."
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via goodbyebird)
(Source: sunrec, via shotgun-season)
"I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain."
Tablo (via oberholtzer)
(Source: ad-stellas, via shotgun-season)
A Blessing
Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
James Wright
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
"Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.”
-George Saunders, “The New Mecca” from “The Braindead Megaphone"
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