Someone will remember us I say even if in another time Sappho translated by Anne Carson Wouldnt it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time Then all the world could see how in love we are correspondence between WWII soldier Gilbert Bradley & sweetheart Gordon Bowsher
Padre Nuestro Que estás en el cielo Santificado sea tu Nombre Venga tu reino Hagase tu voluntad En la tierra como en el cielo Amen --------------------------------- Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven Amen
Dear night: It was so warm under you that I offered but you refused to endure. You won’t remember me. (We danced. I was the one in the dark. I was wearing this face.) In daylight, I’m an acre of empty desert, anyway. A spent white flower. A pale honey scent wilted away. And I’m having this dream: I am mourned by millions. I died young and I was so, so pretty.
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there’s gotta be a little rain sometime. When you take you gotta give, so live and let live or let go... Smile for a while and let’s be jolly, love shouldn’t be so melancholy, come along and share the good times while we can.
THIS IS FOR THE LIONS LIVING IN THE WIRY BROKE DOWN FRAMES OF MY FRIENDS’ BODIES WHEN THE FLOOD WATER COMES IT AIN’T GONNA BE CLEAR IT’S GONNA LOOK LIKE MUD... BUT I WILL HELP YOU SWIM I’M GONNA HELP YOU SWIM.
the necessity to protect you overcame me i love you too much to remain quiet as you weep watch me rise to kiss the poison out of you i will resist the temptation of my tired feet and keep marching with tomorrow in one hand and a fist in the other i will carry you to freedom
what if there isn’t enough time to give her what she deserves do you think if i begged the sky hard enough my mother’s soul would return to me as my daughter so i can give her the comfort she gave me my whole life
you are my peach, you are my plum you are my earth, you are my sun I love your fingers, I love your toes the back of your head, the tip of your nose and you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about
this is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom