& the words pollinated the dark, there was darkness there,
like the after-hours inside a library
—Carolina Ebeid, closing lines to “You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior,” Colorado Review (Summer 2014)
He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
—Maggie Stiefvater, from The Scorpio Races (via the-final-sentence)
You stood there and the stones
Of Old Greece and our lives, those collegiate stones,
Harvard, Emory, and Marymount, with the blue exegesis of the tide
Against which to fall was a headline—Don’t stand.
You gave this wish to me—Apollo, in some manner of time, lives on. Inside your mind
Things are being washed.
—Kenneth Koch, from “With Janice” (via uutpoetry)