For as I lose myself inside my gaze:
I could think that I am deadly.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
my gray hand on her gray grayness - RM Rilke from "The Song of the Blind"
I do not cry: but I have cried for them. I do not pray: but I have prayed. - Sean Stewart from "Passion Play"
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
- Anne Sexton from "Her Kind"
His steps slow, not light, his body pensive,
but in his standing-there, majestic. Even now a god might
slip into his form and not be lessened.
- RM Rilke from "The Spanish Trilogy"
"You can never love this girl enough," said Dolly Jean. "Every morning she gets up, eats breakfast and goes to Hell, I swear it."
- Anne Rice from "Blood Canticle"