All the stuff that keeps you safe from feeling scary emotions? They also keep you from feeling the good emotions. You have to shake those off. You have to become vulnerable.
Could it be in longing we are most ourselves?
People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he'd removed the iron sliver I thought I'd die from. I can't remember the tale, but hear his voice still, a well of dark water, a prayer. And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness he laid against my face.
While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.
Makes sense to me. Sometimes starting over is exactly what a person needs. And I think it's admirable. A lot of people don't have the courage it takes to do something like that.
To be average is to be as near the bottom as the top.
In early youth, if we find it difficult to control our feelings, so we find it difficult to vent them in the presence of others. On the spring side of twenty, if anything affects us, we rush to lock ourselves up in our room, or get away into the street or the fields; in our earlier years we are still the savages of nature, and we do as the poor brutes do. The wounded stag leaves the herd; and if there is anything on a dog's faithful heart, he slinks away into a corner.
You can't evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.