richard saffron

My shadow serves as the friend I crave”
― Anna Akhmatova

Love yourself. Then forget it.
Then, love the world.”
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
― Anaïs Nin

The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.”

― Mary Oliver

After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

If I had the knack
I’d sing like
Cherry flakes falling

Summer grass
all that remains
of the warrior’s dreams

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

She was desperate and she was choosey
at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what
she imagined herself to be.