Cadaver, Speak
A source page for quotes linked to Marianne Boruch.
“Fate behind the pillars where something fell.”
“We lose names of things. Then the things they named.”
“And the door, what of the hinge, little cry that won't uncry itself.”
“Not all of us get to be ghosts.”
“What a puzzle death becomes, rainy afternoons to put who we were back together.”
“The moon, how it cannot know.”
“Future or past, it's all we ever think about.”
“I can see where this is going and I don't want to. I don't.”
“But too much rain can translate anything to unspeakable.”
“There's time, this lasting forever.”
“It's how words come apart in a dream. And then you're awake.”
“Even night is a gesture, sleep a cog in its wheel of stars. Lie down. At some point you lie down.”
“A poem is a box, a thing, to put other things in. For safe keeping.”
“A pencil in my hand, its secret life / is charcoal, the wood already burnt, / a sacrifice.”