no much

A few lines of text, a glance at an artwork, several bars of music, is all it takes to determine if you’re in the presence of a real artist.

particle poem

A poem in which almost nothing happens: a glance, a gesture, a lilt, particle of a larger world.

missed exit

As the poem proceeded you could almost see the poet glancing back at the perfect ending he’d blown by.

verse arises

And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves - not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge [1910] (Dalkey Archive Press, 2008), translated by Burton Pike.

one look

A poet gazes the world in the glance of a single line.