PRETTY THINGS WE LOVE

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well

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“I hope I haven’t already driven past my greatest moments. I hope there is something beautiful on the horizon that’s just as impatient as I am. Something so eager, It wants to meet me halfway.”

— Rudy Francisco, Helium

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“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”

— E. M. Forster, from A Room with a View (Penguin Classics, 2000)

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Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life”

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“I keep looking for what has always been mine searching for it even as I think of leaving it my love was always woven with leaving moment by moment leaving the one time”

— W.S. Merwin, from “Variations to the Accompaniment of a Cloud,” Garden Time (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)

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“To understand what love is is to be ravished by language, by August already gone, withdrawn from under the touch of one who loves too much each leaf and labors daily to regain original pleasure–the greenest hue.”

— Dennis Sampson, from “Original Pleasure,” Constant Longing: Poems (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2000)

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“He nearly collapses into sobs, urgently he must transform into a thing that can be seen and heard or else he’ll be left alone, he must transform into something comprehensible or else no one will understand him, or else no one will go to his silence no one will know him if he doesn’t speak and explain, I’ll do whatever it takes to belong to others and for others to be mine, I’ll give up my real happiness that would only bring abandonment, and I’ll be like everyone else, I strike this bargain to be loved.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “Boy in Pen and Ink”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

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“I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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“In real life it’s the living who haunt you.”

— Franz Wright, from section 1 of “Observations,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)

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“the way we say love when we mean can you see me.”

Hour of Rat, Roxanna Bennett

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“How can I complain of being set alight when all I have asked for is to be the sun?” 

Murder, Aditi Nagrath

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“There are so many ways to harden, so few to shatter properly.”

Manifestations of Thwart and Opine for Curved Bill Thrasher and Toy Piano, Lisa Gill

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Poems, 1930-1960, ‘Forward’ by Josephine Miles

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“I thought I’d die / from being loved like that.”

— Marie Howe, from “Annunciation”

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