“At the temple there is a poem called ‘Loss’ carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.”—Sayuri, from Memoirs of a Geisha, written by Robin Swicord (Columbia Pictures, 2005)
you learned that ears can taste,
and eyes remember, and the tongue
and nostrils see like fingertips
in any dark.
or look around, and all you know
is what your body taught you:”—Samuel Hazo, from “Who Promised You Tomorrow?,” And the Time Is: Poems, 1958-2013 (Syracuse University Press, 2014)
“The road is long like an ancient poet’s night:
plains and hills, rivers and valleys.
Walk according to your dream’s measure: either a lily
follows you or the gallows.”—Mahmoud Darwish, from “To a Young Poet,” trans. Fady Joudah, Poetry (March 2010)