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“Pleasure . . . The very sound of that word suggests what it means. Pleasuuure, the way the last syllable does not want to leave the mouth, or moves like silt toward a waiting delta, a place that gathers longing, a place where a heart desires to be buried, to be forever touched.”
— Greg Sellers, journal entry, Notes from Neruda’s Ghost, 20 June 2017
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“Desire is the ocean wave that never quite reaches her body.”
— Greg Sellers, journal entry, Notes from Neruda’s Ghost, 18 April 2018
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“I will never give up longing.”
— Linda Gregg, from “Let Birds,” All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2008).
“The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.”
— Paul Cézanne, quoted in “Lives We Keep Wanting to Know,” Acts of Mind: Conversations with Contemporary Poets, ed. Richard Jackson (University of Alabama Press, 1984)
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“Night always meant longing—for the woman was moonlight, something that could touch him but he was unable to touch in return.”
— Greg Sellers, journal entry, Notes from Neruda’s Ghost, 24 March 2018
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“Whatever we loosen from the past, burns in the solvent of memory.”
— David Bergman, from “Urban Renewal, Baltimore,” A New Geography of Poets, eds. Edward Field, Gerald Locklin, Charles Stetler (University of Arkansas Press, 1992)
This is how deep I was lost,
my darling, in a love so narcotic
I possessed unimpaired splendour
having no other want or wish
— Michael Ondaatje, from “Definition,” The Distance of a Shout: Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2026)
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“It arrives all at once tonight,
not as memory, but like a gift
from forgetfulness,
as a desire can wake you.”
— Michael Ondaatje, from “5 A.M.,” The Distance of a Shout: Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2026)
Who am I, if not one who listens
for words to stir from the silences they keep?
Love is the ground note; we cannot do
without it or the sorrow of its changes.
— Peter Everwine, from “Aubade in Autumn,” Listening Long and Late: Poems (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013)
slant of sunlight
on hay-flecked hair
doves flutter too
— Yūgure, 13 June 2026
“And in the evening when loss seems too great to fill that black empty space between few stars, I wish to disappear into the night’s thin vanishing, try to forget the moon’s gentle need to hold old shadows.”
— Greg Sellers, from “Elegy with a Wedge in Wood,” from an untitled manuscript-in-progress (via memoryslandscape)
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“It was love, that vague sensation,
in the darkness of a porch
that suddenly
would surround us,
enrapture us, in the burning flurry of
breaths, and heartbeats,
and stolen smiles.”
— Forugh Farrokhzad, from “Those Days,” Another Birth and Other Poems, transl. Hasan Javadi and Susan Sallée (Mage Publishers, 2010)
“What ends goes on ending, he thought, waking into his grief.”
— Peter Everwine, from “The Room Was Dark,” Listening Long and Late: Poems (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013)
