"A turn or two I’ll walk
To still my beating mind."
"I’m sad that you can’t know how I love."
"I was afraid I was going to die and then I was afraid I wasn’t."
"What are we made of but hunger and rage?"
Anne Carson, Plainwater
"On the edge of the world is a black row of trees, shaking. Moon like a piece of skin above."
Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water,” Plainwater
"When yet another one of your kin falls,
you question God’s wingspan, the architecture
of mercy. It is Friday morning, & despair
is the only law
"Everyone stands alone
on the heart of the earth
transfixed by a ray of sun
and suddenly it’s evening"
Salvatore Quasimodo, “And Suddenly It’s Evening, from Italian Environmental Literature (translated by Patrick Barron)
"I could love means I could die violently, or live violently; the threat of the arrow is everywhere at once, not just in the heart."