James Merrill Quotes

I had gone so long without loving I hardly knew what I was thinking. Where I hid my face, your touch, quick, merciful Blindfolded me. A god breathed from my lips. If that was illusion, I wanted it to last long;
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Days of 1964 (l. 59-63). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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But you were everywhere beside me, masked, As who was not, in laughter, pain, and love.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Days of 1964 (l. 73-74). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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He thought of certain human hearts, their climb Through violence into exquisite disciplines Of which, as it now appeared, they all expired.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Laboratory Poem (l. 14-16). . . Introduction to Poetry, An. X. J. Kennedy, ed. (6th ed., 1986) Little, Brown & Company.
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In a room on the floor below, Sunless, cooler—a brimming Saucer of wax, marbly and dim— I have lit what's left of my life.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 5-8). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Always the same old story— Father Time and Mother Earth, A marriage on the rocks.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 40-42). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Tonight they have stepped out onto the gravel. The party is over. It's the fall Of 1931. They love each other still.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 57-59). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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What had the man done? Oh, made history. Her business (he had implied) was giving birth, Tending the house, mending the socks.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 37-39). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Nor do I try to keep a garden, only An avocado in a glass of water—
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 79-80). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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I see those two hearts, I'm afraid, Still. Cool here in the graveyard of good and evil, They are even so to be honored and obeyed.
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Broken Home (l. 68-70). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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The opera house sparkled with tiers And tiers of eyes, like mine enlarged by belladonna,
James Merrill (b. 1926), U.S. poet. The Mad Scene (l. 9-10). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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