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“Something like my soul slips from me
and goes to you,
without choice or question,
and wraps itself around you
all night, like the breath
of the moon
And why
I carry the thought
of you as constant
as any sun
in my heart.”
— Gina Zeitlin, from “Sun and Moon,” Intimate Kisses: The Poetry of Sexual Pleasure, ed. Wendy Maltz (New World Library, 2001)
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“Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries
Greg Sellers, Undone Like Her Hair Come Evening, 10 May 2022
“He awoke with her touching him, and thought this must be how the wall feels in morning light.”
— Greg Sellers, journal entry, Notes from Neruda’s Ghost, 13 May 2018
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“When the sun enters the room, he wakes and watches her.
Her hair lies loose, strewn across the pillow
as if it has been washed up, her lips are blubbed,
from the kissing, her profile is fierce,
like that of a figurehead seeing over
the rim of the world.”
— Galway Kinnell, from “The Night,” Intimate Kisses: The Poetry of Sexual Pleasure, ed. Wendy Maltz (New World Library, 2001)
“While we were not looking
the dogwood faded
and is best forgotten
leaving the moment uncluttered:
the ascendant moon, lighting
your flesh as it blossoms
in its own season,
comes full like the moon
in the fullness of time.”
— Michael Foster, from “Time to Embrace,” Intimate Kisses: Tne Poetry of Sexual Pleasure, ed. Wendy Maltz (New World Library, 2001)
“The stars do not blow away as we do.”
— Linda Gregg, from “We Manage Most When We Manage Small,” All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2008).
“Words, English words are full of echoes, of memories, of associations … ; they are so stored with meanings, with memories … They are the wildest, freest, most irresponsible, most unteachable of all things . . ; they hate anything that stamps them with one meaning or confines them to one attitude, for it is their nature to change.”
Virginia Woolf, from “Craftsmanship,” The Death of the Moth (Hogarth Press, 1942)
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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)
