Carl Phillips Quotes

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Carl Phillips
“a language that, all this time, we knew.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“There
is a glamour,
even to a thing undoing itself”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“I'd remember the way everyone
else does: later, when none of it matters,
memory as good as a mirror for changing things,
no good at all”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“And now it is as we wanted it.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“A stillness like that of music resting—or sex,
after: what they call sadness, though it
is not sadness.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Like asking at first Where am I
after dream—and the room, in pieces, slow,
comes back”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Here comes the word for mystery.
Here is the word for true.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“afternoons I remember still: how the light
seemed a bell; how it seemed I'd been living
inside it, waiting— I'd heard all about

that one clear note it gives.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“The heart—
at last nothing

but a muscle moving,

not at all the talisman you'd imagined:
how if only you could touch it—how
everything, everything might

yet be different
if you did . . .”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Is this
perfection,

or the cost of it?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Fear. Things invisible,

and the visible effects by which
we know them.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Human gesture. Betrayed,
betrayed.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“from within their
thicket of nowhere left to hide”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“The ancient Greeks; the Romans after. How they

made of love a wild god”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“As if
sometimes the world really did amount to
a quiet arrangement.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“And
—already—you are leaving. You have
crossed the water.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“How at first a sweetness;
how, by turns, a gift, a darkness.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“There, beside the shifting fact of
all that water. What's done is done.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
Here
your shirt, he said,
after. Lifting it. Bringing it

to me as if it were
not a shirt
but a thing immaculate,

or in flames, or—
with a single sword
positioned through it—

a sacred heart.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“I know, released, she won't come back.
This is different from letting what,

already, we count as lost go. It is nothing
like that. Also, it is not like wanting to learn what
losing a thing we love feels like, Oh yes:

I love her.”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Is there

no saving
what betrays itself?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Why does it seem
I won't come back here? Why speak of it

as of, already, a place I miss?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“The light
extends like truth, the truth like
a hand extending at the same time as
it recedes.
What is that like?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“In the meadow, in
adoration: am I not yours?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“If I remember it, did it happen?”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“until
the image itself
has grown distorted past
all recognition save
that of memory”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“traced

far enough, past hope, back across
belief, it ends always
at desire”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Radiance unrelenting—
no peace, no shadow,
no shelter now—”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

Carl Phillips
“Twin bells, those questions”
Carl Phillips, The Rest of Love

“Poems that sustain our contemplation, disrupt our complacencies, and leave us changed” - Carl Phillips”
Alessandra Lynch

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