“Beneath a tattoo of stars the gate open, so silent so like a tomb.
This is the city you most loved, an empty stairwell
where the next rain lifts invisibly from the Seine.
With solitude, your coat open, you walk
steadily as if the railings were there and your hands weren’t passing
through them.”—Carolyn Forche, Elegy (via lydianea)
“Poetry is an art of words but also the energy that moves through them—what comes from spirit or noumena, the impulse, the spark, and this is what makes the poem unparaphrasable.”—1967 Scholastic Awards alum Carolyn Forché, from “Reading the Living Archives: The Witness of Literary Art” (Poetry magazine, May 2011)