We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places,
among the most unlikely people,and when our paths finally crossed,
it was for reasons so entangled
in our daily bread,
and the usual trespassesthat we might not even have noticed,
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air.We loved
and the closest we’ve come to explaining why,
is because it was you,
and because it was I.
— Linda Goodman
There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.
— Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table
Out to Play
No hurt survives
for long without
our help, she saidand then she kissed
me and sent me out
to play again
for the rest
of my life.
— Brian Andreas
The moon
The moon is outside.
I saw the great uncomplicated thing
when I went to take a leak just now.
I should have looked at it longer.
I am a poor lover of the moon.
I see it all at once and that’s it
for me and the moon.
— Leonard Cohen
They Sit Together on the Porch
They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.
— Wendell Berry
Above the Dock
Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
— T E Hulme
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