October 25, 2011
"the world is brittle,
seamed with cracks,
ready to shatter."

— Denise Levertov, from “The Passing Bell”

October 23, 2011
"Those
various sounds consistently indistinct, like intermingled echoes
   struck from thin glass successively at random—"

— Marianne Moore, from “Those Various Scalpels”

October 18, 2011
"Do not move forward, do not move
a finger. Waiting is perfection, a rapture
of your own devising, these shallow breaths
taken out of time, before the sinking in
of things, before the body ruins everything."

— Kimberly Johnson, from “The Kiss”

October 16, 2011
"Carried by light,
images remain

while sensation
is so evanescent

as to be always beyond
belief."

— Rae Armantrout, from “Outer”

October 16, 2011
"how many moments must(amazing each
how many centuries)these more than eyes
restroll and stroll some never deepening beach"

— e.e. cummings, “how many moments must”

October 4, 2011
"you arrived
a crowd
in my small day

did you notice
how I splintered
how each particle
of light broke
and re-shaped itself
again"

— Tina Fulkner, excerpt from From Winter (via holdonmagnolia)

(Source: theoryoflostthings, via swanfucker)

September 12, 2011
"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting."

— Robert Frost, “The Figure a Poem Makes”

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