My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
Wisława Szymborska
I let myself be invented
Wisława Szymborska
I TEACH silence
in all languages

Wisława Szymborska
I exist not in myself,
I’m an element’s function.
A symbol in the air.
Or a circle on the water.

Wisława Szymborska
O perilous, altruistic mute god of love.
Bianca Stone
I don’t know. What is it to be seen? I can forget
it’s language I long for. Man and his ciphers
cannot save me. Meaning cannot not pile me up
with more meaning.

Bianca Stone
Maybe humans are the failed AI of Nature.
Maybe Nature made something it thought would tend the garden.
Maybe Nature made something sexy, to watch
clean the pools with long butterfly nets
and a sunburn—the retainers of Nature.

Bianca Stone
how can someone not become
heartbreaking in one sense
of the word—not find
they are a stranger in their own household
of truly
     unnamable need?

Bianca Stone
We must risk delight.
Jack Gilbert
Time does not go beyond its maiden name.
And anyway, right now, everything tastes good.
All the male poets’ poems, and dirty, dirty chocolate layer cake.
I swallow it with a glass of milk.
The crumb crawls down my throat
and enters me. The power of Christ compels,
     not I—but the wish to be changed—
everything is challenged
by the sudden flame of joy—
how uncomfortable we are with happiness.

Bianca Stone
Knowledge invades him, yet he shrinks again
   And sickens to live still
Upon the green slopes of his isolation

Thom Gunn
I search for meaning, studying to remember
What the world was, and meant

- Thom Gunn
The lover burns without knowing what is burning.
Roland Barthes
Instruct me how to find here my desire:
To separate the matter from its burning

Thom Gunn