Untitled

And you wait, you wait for that one thing that will infinitely enlarge your life; the gigantic, the stupendous, the awakening of stones, depths turned round toward you.

“WHAT DEFINES A PERSON? ‘[T]he laughs, the gestures, the wrinkles, the lines, the fatigue, the smiles, the grimaces, the fury[.]’”

Wondering if you know of a letter a man, moderately famous poet wrote to an ex wife or girlfriend who had died as he was dying, moderately old. It was a love letter and very sweet, container the phrase “I’ll meet up with you soon” or some variation thereof. Written after 1950 I believe

We lie as if we are the first people on earth, or the last, the sun coming down on us, the water cold, our every action of the utmost importance, as if, like children, we know that no one else really exists.

“You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.”

Most people have forgotten nowadays what a house can mean, though some of us have come to realize it as never before. It is a kingdom of its own in the midst of the world, a stronghold amid life’s storms and stresses, a refuge, even a sanctuary.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun,  To have lived light in the spring,  To have loved, to have thought, to have done; […]