I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life's wisdom.
In painted quiet and concentration
After every war someone has to tidy up.
My apologies to everything that I can't be everywhere at once.My apologies to everyone that I can't be each woman and each man.I know I won't be justified as long as I live,since I myself stand in my...
We leven langer,maar minder nauwkeurigen in kortere zinnen.
Now enter, single file, the hosts who died early on,in Acts 3 and 4, or between scenes.The miraculous return of all those lost without a trace. The thought that they’ve been waiting patiently offstage...
Cierta gente huyendo de otra gente.
In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all,...
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
Y helo aquí: en un estado indeporable, el escarabajo muerto en el sendero resplandece bajo el sol. El tiempo de una mirada basta para pensar en él: no le ha ocurrido nada importante, parece.Lo importa...
Me—a teenager? If she suddenly stood, here, now, before me, would I need to treat her as near and dear, although she's strange to me, and distant? Shed a tear, kiss her brow for the simple reason that...
Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
We call it a grain of sand,but it calls itself neither grain nor sand.It does just fine, without a name,whether general, particular,permanent, passing,incorrect, or apt.Our glance, our touch means not...
Poetry Reading To be a boxer, or not to be there at all. O Muse, where are our teeming crowds? Twelve people in the room, eight seats to spare— it’s time to start this cultural affair. Half came insid...
Let me have your abyss.
We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.
Some people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they’ve got, sown fields, some chickens, dogs, mirrors in which fire now preens. Th...
I’m a poor audience for my memory.She wants me to attend her voice nonstop,but I fidget, fuss,listen and don’t,step out, come back, then leave again.She wants all my time and attention.She’s got no pr...
The Three Oddest WordsWhen I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make somet...
Memories come to mind like excavated statuesthat have misplaced their heads.