Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young,… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“The advance of our technology is coincidental with the loss of our appetite for ethical questions that ought to attend the implications of these… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Whatever’s there to feel, feel it – the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“The bodies of the newly dead are not debris nor remnant, nor are they entirely icon or essence. They are, rather, changelings, incubates, hatchlings… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“The living have to live with it. You don’t. Theirs is the grief or the gladness of your death, theirs is the loss or… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“When we bury the old, we bury the known past, the past we imagine sometimes better than it was, but the past all the… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Whatever's there to feel, feel it—the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your own mortality.… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Usually a poem takes shape accoustically - a line or a pair of lines will repeat itself in my ear. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
If I were assigned poems I suppose I'd write more of them but it is entirely voluntary and for the most part ignored in… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“There are those, too, who are ethnically predisposed in favor of funerals, who recognize among the black drapes and dirges an emotionally potent and… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
I'm lazy but generally task oriented so having a hoop to jump through means eventually I'll make the effort. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
There's no easy way to do this. So do it right: weep, laugh, watch, pray, love, live, give thanks and praise; comfort, mend, honor,… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Grief is the price we pay for being close to one another. If we want to avoid our grief, we simply avoid each other. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“I will, I do, Amen, Here Here, Let's eat, drink and be merry. Marriage is the public spectacle of private parts: cheque-books and genitals,… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
