Month: October 2005

Charles Wright, from ‘Sestets’

For two decades, I’ve maintained a list of quotes I like by poets, writers, and thinkers I find interesting. This post is part of that series. All posts in the series are organized alphabetically. Some poets and writers have their own dedicated pages.

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If you can’t delight in the everyday, / you have no future here. / And if you can, no future either. — from “Future Tense”

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If you don’t shine you are darkness. / The future is merciless — from “Tomorrow”

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There comes a time in one’s life when one wants time, / a lot of time, with inanimate things. — from “Cowboy Up”

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We live on Orphan Mountain, / each of us, and that’s how it is — from “The Waters of Babylon”

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We won’t meet again. So what? / The rust will remain in the trees, / and pine needles stretch their necks, / Their tiny necks, and sunlight will snore in the limp grass. — “This World Is Not My Home, I’m Only Passing Through”

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For two decades, I’ve maintained a list of quotes I like by poets, writers, and thinkers I find interesting. This post is part of that series. All posts in the series are organized alphabetically. Some poets and writers have their own dedicated pages.

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If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there’s no progress. If you pull it all the way out, that’s not progress. The progress is healing the wound that’s below, that the blow made. And they haven’t even begun to pull the knife out, much less pull, heal the wound. They won’t even admit the knife is there. — Malcolm X

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For two decades, I’ve maintained a list of quotes I like by poets, writers, and thinkers I find interesting. This post is part of that series. All posts in the series are organized alphabetically. Some poets and writers have their own dedicated pages.

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After all, I don’t need to know how to love / to know I do. — Jeremy Y

A single snowflake with its fractals can become a gun scope with its crosshairs. A fallen tree branch in the road can become a limb of a stranger we’ll never know but have empathy for in a ravaged home or land. … And if we can turn the _____ into the _____, we can turn it back again into something akin to hope and healing. — Sandy Yannone

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. — William Butler Yeats

all that separates the ghost is / the body / the sea / the salt. — Hannah Yerington

But to live against all odds, to walk / through this world instead of crawling because / told to crawl? Yes, a dark and powerful magic. — C. Dale Young