an eye because you see it;
it is an eye because it sees you. Antonio Machado, from section I of “Forty Poems Chosen from ‘Moral Proverbs and Folk Songs’” in Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)
for that vague sensation of something
moving away from you. Tony Hoagland, from There Is No Word (via violentwavesofemotion)
As long as you receive the sea,
those waving circles of the sea
into your open eyes,
you feel all depth, every frontier
drowning in you.
But your foot touches a wave
and you think: it is the sea
that dwelt in me,
spreading such calm around, such cool.
Oh, to drown! to be drowned, first leaning…
I would long for you
Worlds. Izumi Shikibu (via apoetreflects)
the implosive blue rose drops unknowingly
into my thigh to preserve love’s ache, love’s
incandescent whisper under the black smell of mountains.
And I don’t know why
we are together, dear ghosts, or why
we have to part. Only that is is precious
and that I love
this run-down subject. Tess Gallagher, last strophe to “Dear Ghosts,” from Dear Ghosts, (Graywolf Press, 2006)