Jack Spicer

Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone intrudes into the poet’s life (and any sudden personal contact, whether in the bed or in the heart, is an intrusion) the poet loses his or her balance for a moment, slips into being what he or she is, uses his or her poetry as one would […]

Federico García Lorca

The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on […]

H. Rider Haggard

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. ― H. Rider Haggard, She. (Oxford University Press, October 22, 1998) Originally published 1887.

Philip Levin

          If you stand there long enough the air will thicken     with dusk and dust and exhaust           and finally with a starless dark. The day will become something     it’s never been before, something for           which I have no name. — Philip Levine, from “How to Get There,” Poetry (February 2012)  

Genghis Khan

If you’re afraid – don’t do it, – if you’re doing it – don’t be afraid! ― Genghis Khan (c. 1162–c. 1227)