Karen

“Some momentary touches of my fire
Have warmed the barren ages with a beam:
There is no peak beyond my swift desire,
There is no beauty deeper than my dream.”
― Edwin Markham, Lincoln & other poems

“Maybe the truth is that saying goodbye seems to me a rejection of human warmth - even the minimal warmth that makes us feel solitude less. I mean real solitude, which rises up by surprise and lasts a few seconds, the solitude that derives not from lack of company or affection, but from our innate separateness from one another.”
― Elena Ferrante; translated by Ann Goldstein, Incidental Inventions

“Sirius Sojourn by Stewart Stafford

Cottage in an aromatic meadow,
Summer's languid haze hanging,
The old windmill's sundial stilled,
Chirping birds and insect drones.

Flowing brooks at a funereal pace,
A bloated lull duels exiguous energy,
Thick air's blanketing somnolence,
Liquid refreshment soothes inertia.

Salmon sundown slithers to a siesta,
In a clear purple sky nodding assent,
The intense day imperceptibly eased,
As the night's humid embrace begins.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“She had in the tranquility of her body
A little snowball the color of an eye
She had on her shoulders
A spot of silence a spot of rose
A lid on her breast
Her hands and supple singing arches
shattered the light

She sang the moments without falling asleep.”
― Paul Éluard, Capital of Pain