“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.” HeartChildrenLittlesStillsMomentsCareFacesJoyAsksHoursPerfectGriefExistenceMorningFlowerFairsGardenSilentBurdenShouldersInnocentBlissAwakePresent MomentSlipsLeaving MeSalutePerplexityPerfect HappinessBurdens Of Life Author:Celia Thaxter
“To walk into Bill Olsen's poems is to enter a mind so weirdly curious, you can't be released to sadness, not yet: it's just too surprising. But this book-half microscope, half telescope-shadows grief, our shared and ordinary life where an old neighbor obsessively gathers twigs to wish back the tree, where the moon is regularly ‘sawn in half,’ where sprinklers give off ‘little wet speeches.’ What else? It's brilliantly instead and odd.” GivingMindLittlesBookWishWalksGriefHalfTreeSadnessMoonSpeechOrdinaryShadowBillsNeighborCuriousOddSurprisingWetOrdinary LifeTelescopesMicroscopesTwigs Author:Marianne Boruch
“So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it.” FeelsLittlesI CanReasonFeelingsUnderstandingMy OwnGriefWonderParticularJustify Book:Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves Source: Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves
“Small things are best: Grief and unrest To rank and wealth are given; But little things On little wings Bear little souls to Heaven.” LittlesSoulGivenHeavenWealthGriefBearsWingsLittle ThingsSmall ThingsTriflesUnrest Book:Poems ... Second edition Source: Poems ... Second edition