I have two enemies in all the world, Two twins, inseparably fused: The hunger of the hungry and the fullness of the full.
Iām kissing you now ā across The gap of a thousand years.
One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.
Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?
The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.
I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ...
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
