alive
"We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to
call or not call, a letter, a kiss--we want more and more and then more
of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself
in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm
gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face,
and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living...." --Marie Howe,
from 'What the Living Do'
call or not call, a letter, a kiss--we want more and more and then more
of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself
in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm
gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face,
and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living...." --Marie Howe,
from 'What the Living Do'