“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.” EarthBlackCuresRemedyPlatesBowlsShallowVeinsRims Book:Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems Source: Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems
“What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?” WorldFirstsInspirationBlackBornSingersGreyImmensityThermos Book:Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems Source: Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems
