January 2010
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Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert →
” … Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.”
“I rose and went through the curtains into the bedroom. There was nothing I wanted there, except to get away for a moment from that silence sitting in a chair. Phuong’s picture books were back on the shelf. She had stuck a telegram for me up among the cosmetics — some message or other from the London office. I wasn’t in the mood to open it. Everything was as it had been...