Julia Hartwig, from ‘In Praise of the Unfinished’

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.

And the absurd hope awakens that everything / scattered chaotically in the world will settle down / again, in natural order. — from “Fortune-Telling from the Seabed”

But the one who reads your poems / doesn’t care how much you paid for them — from “Before”

But there were years no one counted / royal years / when we played under ancient oaks / and eternity was with us — from “Nontime”

consider the rivers and mountains / They remember more than people / their memory is more faithful and deeply hidden — from “My Greetings to a Distant River”

It is better to be careful, however, judging the happiness of others. — from “Not to Be Certain”

Perhaps nothing in the world / is used with such wastefulness / or such stinginess / as time — from “Not Eternity and Not a Void”

The old man does not threaten anyone with his / own death, doesn’t share his despair with anyone, / and doesn’t complain that for him everything was at / first too early, then too late. — from “The Old Man”

To understand nothing. Each time in a different / way, from the first cry to the last breath. / Yet happy moments come to me from the past, like / bridesmaids carrying oil lamps. — from “Return to My Childhood Home”

What in this asphalt suburb / could bring forth such joy / such exaltation of prayer when it is still dark / and not a single streak of light in the sky — from “Before Dawn”

who will reject us with relief / freeing us from the ties of art / which constantly demands something / asks questions / scorns an easy victory — from “Questions”

Source: In Praise of the Unfinished, by Julia Hartwig.