truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
― e. e. cummings, excerpt from let it go - the
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
― Louise Glück, Snowdrops
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me—I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
“Forgiveness,” we whisper, and hope for an echo;
but nothing returns from the silence above.
― Yevgeny Yevtushenko, excerpts from Breaking Up
― T. S. Eliot
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
into the snow;
i go to the things i love
with no thought of duty or pity
― H.D., excerpt from The Flowering of the Rod
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
― Leo Buscaglia
I have been wounded so often and so painfully,
dragging my way home at the merest crawl,
impaled not only by malicious tongues—
one can be wounded even by a petal.
And I myself have wounded—quite unwittingly—
with casual tenderness while passing by,
and later someone felt the pain,
it was like walking barefoot over the ice.
So why do I step upon the ruins
of those most near and dear to me,
I, who can be so simply and so sharply wounded
and can wound others with such deadly ease?
― Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Wounds