What was done to him was like what happens on the train, when you think you are moving forward, but are moving backward, and suddenly find out the real direction.
"Yes, it was all not right," he said to himself, "but never mind. I can, I can do 'right.' But what is 'right'?" he asked himself and suddenly grew still.
--from The Death of Ivan Ilyich
Category Archives: Poetry & Prose
Greater life hath no man than this: that an old man lies down in love with an old lady friend. For passion to soar so high When skin, it droops so low: What great life you have, my dear! 80 … Continue reading
My sister doesn’t live here anymore Down the hall, from my room Near the stairs. I don’t either. But in my mind she lives Down the hall, from my room And if I close my eyes in bed Far away … Continue reading
I do not envy your song, songbird Your musicality allowing men the ability to perceive Freckles and leaves These music notes are lovely, quite Your performance soulful, full of power, and yet Somehow redundant For as a girl, I am … Continue reading
You tell me “start humming a melody” You tell me “go purchase a drum” It’s time to step down from my high horse And stop waiting for you to come. But my organ is not quite the ordinary It’s odd … Continue reading