“The sun even rose, — at least a white disk, clear, tintless, and almost chill-looking as ice, — peeped over the dark crest of a hill, changed to silver the livid edge of the cloud above it, and looked solemnly down the whole length of the den…”
“he walked through a palpable morass of envy”
“Silence bleeds between us, a victim of my slashing ire”
“In the hands of a poet all topics weigh the same.”
“Exile is among the profoundest metaphors for all human life.”
“There's no perspective, which pretty much feels like a metaphor for my entire life right now.”