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“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via podencos)

“I read the poem of a student and in the poem God wandered through a room picking up random objects – a pear, a vase, a shoe – and in bewilderment said, ‘I made this?’. Apparently God had forgotten making anything at all. I awarded this poem a prize, because I was a judge of such matters. I was not really awarding the student, I was awarding God; I knew someday the student would pick up his old poem and say in bewilderment, ‘I made this?’, and at that moment his whole world would be lost in the twilight, and when you are finally lost in the twilight you can not judge anything.”

— “On Twilight,” Mary Reufle

“I’m interested in the idea that once you’ve read a poem you know all its lines at the same time.”

— Alice Notley, from her essay “Notes on ‘Runes and Chords’”, published in Poetry Foundation Blog, March 2021.

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The Dove, No. 13, 1915 

 The Dove, no.1, 1915

 Each of them undergoes there an experience of decreation, or so she tells us. But the telling remains a bit of a wonder. Decreation is an undoing of the creature in us—that creature enclosed in self and defined by self. But to undo self one must move through self, to the very inside of its definition. We have nowhere else to start.

Anne Carson, from Decreation