[Like these stones
that crumble back into earth.]
Like the sound of my voice
in your mouth.
— Paul Auster, from “Autobiography of the Eye”
Though the book has enjoyed considerable popular success, the author refuses to relinquish the screen rights to the story.
Meg Cabot, from She Went All the Way
We can only walk while there is light.
— Allan Johnston, from “Evening Conversation”
How about a memorial
for those who made it
through the war
but still died
before their time?
— Jim Northrup, from “Wahbegan”
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corona red
from the purpleword we sang
over, O over
— Paul Celan, from “Psalm”, trans. John Felstiner
Even though I stay in this body
sometimes I drift
from me into you.
— Laura Grace Weldon, from “Out of Body”, in Tending