Author: cednie

What to tell you about the book? The ultimate stair. My bed turned to a cloud. Darling, I know everything already–from me to you–but it is still too early for a lot of things....

Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind, child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you do not break with hard pains, O lady, my heart Sappho, as translated by Anne Carson, in If Not,...

Pasternak saved these two sheets of light-blue notepaper all his life. After his death, in the summer of 1960, they were found in an envelope marked “Most Precious,” which he carried in a leather...

I wished to go outside to see what one poet’s thinking of another poet had done to the air and the sky. Pasternak to Tsvetayeva, Letters: Summer 1926, p 80 A wild leap from...

Freedom, privacy, silence. Luxurious surroundings for secrets, secrets with the strength of mighty boring worms, worms made of metal.

But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writng is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to the imagination those things which lie under the direct scrutiny of the...

I wanted to write a poem: the autobiography of the works of a poet William Carlos Williams I picked up this little book at Book Traders in New Haven recently. It’s charming. And contains...