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Марк Стрэнд

Дата рождения: 11. Апрель 1934
Дата смерти: 29. Ноябрь 2014

Марк Стрэнд — американский поэт, эссеист и переводчик. Поэт-лауреат США 1990 года.

Цитаты Марк Стрэнд

„Будущее всегда начинается сейчас.“

„Each moment is a place
you've never been.“
New Selected Poems

„Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.“
Selected Poems

„In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.“
New Selected Poems

„We are reading the story of our lives
As though we were in it
As though we had written it.“

„Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.“
Selected Poems

„We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.“

„Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.“
The Late Hour

„These wrinkles are nothing
These gray hairs are nothing,
This stomach which sags
with old food, these bruised
and swollen ankles,
my darkening brain,
they are nothing.
I am the same boy
my mother used to kiss.“

„When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.“
Selected Poems

„Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined
future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or
a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced
that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was
charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and
one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-
loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the
high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so
many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies
in the perfumed heat of summer night.“
Almost Invisible: Poems

„One clear night while the others slept, I climbed
the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky
strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it,
the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming
like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long
whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach
of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer,
the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea,
and the dark became desire, and desire the arriving light.
The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I stood
on that lonely height watching the slow swells of the sea
break on the shore and turn briefly into glass and disappear...
Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all
that the world offers would you come only because I was here?“

„She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.“ Almost Invisible: Poems

„Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.“

„It came to my house.
It sat on my shoulders.
Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours.
I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.“

„No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.“ Blizzard of One

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