…
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul
…
— Jose Luis Borges
John Klemmer: http://youtu.be/1hujQwvN9Cg
Love: Beginnings
They’re at that stage where so much desire streams
between them, so much frank need and want,
so much absorption in the other and the self and the
self-admiring entity and unity they make—
her mouth so full, breast so lifted, head thrown back so far
in her laughter at his laughter,
he so solid, planted, oaky, firm, so resonantly factual in the
headiness of being craved so,
she almost wreathed upon him as they intertwine again,
touch again, cheek, lip, shoulder, brow,
every glance moving toward the sexual, every glance away
soaring back in flame into the sexual—
that just to watch them is to feel again that hitching in the
groin, that filling of the heart,
the old, sore heart, the battered, foundered, faithful heart,
snorting again, stamping in its stall.
— C.K. Williams
“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.”
— George Eliot
….
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul
…
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way …
— Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”
“For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position
Counting an endless repetition.
— Robert Frost
If You Forget Me
…
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
— Pablo Neruda
http://youtu.be/CWROSTRl2B4
2011 winds down
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson