William Louis-Dreyfus

Letters Written and Not Sent

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  • Putri Kusumawardhanihas quoted3 years ago
    It is by whisper truer things are told.
    Words have their echo when only barely heard.
  • a burmistrovahas quoted5 years ago
    Nothing gets said again.
    No thought leads on to thought.
    All sense is feeling then
    and no infirmity.
  • Vasehas quoted2 years ago
    Why can’t the night keep dark as well
    the places day keeps hidden from me?
    It is in black that I can tell
    how deep the falls that rise around me.
    Entombed I am. None can dispel
    the jagged darkness that surrounds me.
    Why can’t the night keep dark as well
    the places day keeps hidden from me?
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    There is in all remembering
    a surround of sorrow.
    No matter the thing remembered.
    Even if a joy, once recalled
    it is put in a pang of yearning.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    He was my guide a distant time ago
    and made my world center on his view.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    Desire the antidote
    will keep the meanings clear.
    Exalt the rosy cheek,
    the sparrow and the bear.
    Be subject to the dance.
    Be seasonally enthralled.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    How good that life is filled with tiny things,
    days packed with household goods,
    keys, curbs, replies, an ankle itch,
    the three rings it takes to get the phone.
    Lucky we are that thought and feeling stay
    bystanders, stilled, while the day proceeds,
    densed and hunched in its little swarm of traffic.
    The night’s another thing,
    but there are dreams to shield us.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    remains the surest signal
    of the movement of the heart.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    I promise to compose in a room without mirrors
    and never to use one word where none will do.
  • Diego Ivánhas quoted5 years ago
    why today’s ache was once a noon pleasure.
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