“All night I see that abandonment is me, that the sole sobbing voice is me. We can search with lanterns, cross the shadow's lie. We can feel the heart thud in the thigh and water subside in the archaic site of the heart. All night I ask you why. All night you tell me no.” HeartPoetryGriefRejectionLieAbandonmentWhyAlejandra PizarnikThe Galloping Hour Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“when the night is a bit more than some little suns pulled apart when the heart lets loose a cry our disquietude wrings dry” HeartPoetryNightThe Galloping HourAlejandra Pizarnik Pizarnik Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
