“Memory near oblivion. Far death”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
The Galloping Hour Quotes
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The Galloping Hour Quotes
“the wine the sadness and the night”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“Because madness is a lie too. Like night. Like death.”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“Sometimes we suffer too much reality in the space of a single night.”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“love me it's your play I say”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“I drank to see him again at the bottom of your wine”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“the sense of things remains in the intensity of their names”
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“night opens I enter night shuts I don't leave”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“Don't forget your eyes because I inhabit them”
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“but the day rains over the emptiness of everything”
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“you don't speak you no longer speak to yourself even the she in the mirror has disappeared”
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“devouring myself and panicking”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“The same night, the same rain.”
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“Each word is you begging to utter it. Each word is the long invitation to memory.”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“stumbling around I speak to keep from betraying a secret”
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“hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures”
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“I wait until they finish up living without you at dawn without you”
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“Your eyes blind everything, even the night, your name written inside me.”
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“Return as ever. Your eyes are my only conveyance to death's other face.”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“I collapse I touch myself a flower's gesture frail cold”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“With crystal chords I play love's very tune In soft falling rain that allays my wound”
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Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“I speak of something not in this world. I speak of someone whose purpose is elsewhere.”
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“It'll be as always. Same pain, this disaffection, this non-love.”
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“mind the angels my love mind also those words dragging across our lips”
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“Blue eyes as a response to this death right next to me, which speaks to me and is me.”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“The abyss of absence. But who'll say: don't cry at night?”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“when the day deranges us displacing our ennui angel presented under the vaults gather our grief”
Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems