memoryslandscape:

“I was walking through the harvested fields
tonight and got thinking about age.
Began wondering if my balance was gone.
So there I was out in the starlight
on one foot, swaying, and cheating.”

— Jack Gilbert, “More Than Friends,” Monolithos: Poems, 1962 and 1982 (Alfred A. Knopf, 1982)

memoryslandscape:

“I cry out these lines
without sound. I cry
them out. Listen.”

— Hayden Carruth, from “The Circumstances of Meditation This Morning Led Me to the Cigar of Johannes Brahms,” Tell Me Again How the White Heron Rises and Flies Across the Nacreous River at Twilight Toward the Distant Islands (New Directions, 1989)