St. 50.
Modern Love http://www.ev90481.dial.pipex.com/Meredith/modern_love.htm (1862)
Herzog on Herzog (2002)
“Ah! love and song are but a dream,
A flower's faint shade on life's dark stream.”
All from The Vow of the Peacock (Title Poem - Introduction)
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
“What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?”
Source: The Thirteenth Tale
The Poet at the Breakfast Table (1872), p. 267 The Writings of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Vol. 3 (1892)
“Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous . . .”
Him (1927)
Context: Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous... And they talk of dying! The blood delicately descending and ascending: making an arm. Being an arm. The warm flesh, the dim slender flesh filled with life, slenderer than a miracle, frailer... These are the shoulders through which fell the world. The dangerous shoulders of Eve, in god's entire garden newly strolling.
“The ocean is tired. It's throwing back at us what we're throwing in there.”
USA Today, August 11, 1988.
“Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.”
The Man With the Blue Guitar (1937)
Context: Throw away the lights, the definitions,
And say of what you see in the dark
That it is this or that it is that,
But do not use the rotted names.
Context: Throw away the lights, the definitions,
And say of what you see in the dark
That it is this or that it is that,
But do not use the rotted names.
How should you walk in that space and know
Nothing of the madness of space,
Nothing of its jocular procreations?
Throw the lights away. Nothing must stand
Between you and the shapes you take
When the crust of shape has been destroyed.
