dear poetry, dear love

“how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise”

I think of you often. I think of you often, and I remember.

“Nothing that happened makes me special. But my life is a gift that is too great — a debt I can never repay.”

“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.”

“She wondered whether the books she loved consoled her precisely because they were the manifestations of her own isolation.”