#suzanne buffman

[llovelymoonn]

on mothers

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kofi

[wordsdancemag]

On Last Lines

The last line should strike like a lover’s complaint. You should never see it coming. And you should never hear the end of it.

- Suzanne Buffman

[harleyelisabeth]

Enough | Suzanne Buffam

I am wearing dark glasses inside the house

To match my dark mood.

  I have left all the sugar out of the pie.

My rage is a kind of domestic rage.

  I learned it from my mother

Who learned it from her mother before her

  And so on.

Surely the Greeks had a word for this.

  Now surely the Germans do.

The more words a person knows

  To describe her private sufferings

The more distantly she can perceive them.

  I repeat the names of all the cities I’ve known

And watch an ant drag its crooked shadow home.

  What does it mean to love the life we’ve been given?

To act well the part that’s been cast for us?

  Wind. Light. Fire. Time.  

A train whistles through the far hills.

  One day I plan to be riding it.

[dreamingrain]

Whenever I write I have the oddest urge to quote Suzanne Buffman

Instead - I will quote her here and spare my fics my poetical paroxysms of delight at her work.

On The Enlightenment

Take the think you love most and cut it up.

Arrange the parts carefully

According to the picture in your head.

Now shine your mind at them.

If their laws come striding boldly forth at you

You will soon become a great man of your time.

If instead they lie there on the table bleeding beauty

You are probably a poet or a child.