May 2012
8 posts
“Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could...”
– Louise Bogan, in The Blue Estuaries: Poems (1923-1968), with thanks to journalofanobody (via growing-orbits)
“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me...”
– Maurice Sendak, who has died at the age of 83 (via growing-orbits)
An Early Afterlife →
An Early Afterlife
“…a wise man in time of peace, shall make the necessary preparations for war.” –Horace
Why don’t we say goodbye right now in the fallacy of perfect health before whatever is going to happen happens. We could perfect our parting, like those characters in On the Beach who said farewell in the shadow of the bomb as we sat watching, young and holding hands at the movies. ...
growing-orbits:
May
May apple, daffodil, hyacinth, lily, and by the front porch steps every billowing shade of purple and lavender lilac, my mother’s favorite flower, sweet breath drifting through the open windows: perfume of memory—conduit of spring.
— Linda Pastan, from “The Months”, with thanks to blogut
