“You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.”
Marilyn Hacker, “Nearly a Valediction”
"I felt pantheistic then— your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s."
Herman Melville, in a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Listen, / how your heart pounds inside me."
Wislawa Szymborska, “Could Have”
from godspell by philip levine, published in the last shift
[Text ID: A lifetime passes / in the blink of an eye. You look back and think, / That was heaven, so of course it had to end. /End ID]
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Miracle of the Black Leg"
[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]
“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”
Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”
[Text ID: But I check for you in the wind. / Night opens me and it’s you.”]
It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural. BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S (1961) dir. Blake Edwards, adapted from the novel of the same name by Truman Capote