Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts

6.04.2026

out there

Ships and books get launched, and then most are never heard from again. Not that they sink and are lost, but they are out there on a vast ocean.

11.12.2024

let's get lost

From the start of this poem you could hear Chet singing from the backseat, Let’s Get Lost…

6.17.2023

lost & found

Yes, things are lost in the notebook—then things are discovered therein as if you hadn’t written them.

1.08.2022

get lost

The reverie that one must get lost in before anything is revealed.

8.18.2017

after dante

In the middle of making my poem,
I found I was lost in a dark wood.

4.01.2015

no hardcopy

To think of a digital Dickinson, her poems locked away in some scrapped hard drive.

1.17.2014

who have loved beautiful things

And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.

―Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (Little Brown and Co., 2013)

[The painting: The Goldfinch by Carel Fabritius (1622-1654)]

7.27.2013

lost then found

Many, many poems must be lost in order that a few may be found, and remembered.

10.15.2010

let's get lost

Poets are a little too liable to let their poems get lost.

1.14.2009

beautiful labyrinth

In 2004 Raymond Danowski donated 75,000 volumes of poetry to the Emory University library. Reports at the time said the collection would fill several tractor-trailers. I want to get lost in those stacks someday and not come out of that beautiful labyrinth for about a year.

7.16.2008

lost in its distance

A poem at a remove, is a poem flirting with the chasm in which it will be lost.