Long Quotes (page 197)
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I take thisfor myself, and you take up the thread of my life between your teeth, tin thread and tarnished with abuse, you shall still hearas long as the beast in me maintainsits taciturn power to close my lidsin tears, and my loins move yetin the ennobling pursuit of all the worldsyou have left me alone in, and would bethe dolorous distraction from, while you summon your army of anguisheswhich is a million hooting blood vesselson the eyes and in the earsat that instant before death.
Frank O'Hara
...And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea they living long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews gave way, strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, and the unicorn evils run them through; split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion...
Dylan Thomas
In an isolated region from Iran there is this wall tower, windowless, doorless, not very tall. In its only room with arched walls and the stamped earth as its floor, there’s a wooden table and a bench. In this round cell a man that looks like me is writing in signs that i don’t understand a long poem about a man who in another round cell is writing a poem about a man in another round cell. Endless series; nobody will ever read what prisoners write.
Jorge Luis Borges
I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!
Audre Lorde
Then after a long time Annie wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a big girl and I was so much in love with her that I lived in a dream. In the dream my heart seemed to be ready to burst, for it seemed that the whole world was inside it swelling to get out and be the world. But that summer came to an end. Time passed and nothing happened that we had felt so certain at one time would happen.
Robert Penn Warren
When, after a long life, it falls out. That he takes on a form he had sought. And every word carved in stone. Grows its hoarfrost, what then? Torches. Of Dionysian choruses in the dark mountains. From when he comes. And half of the sky. With its snaky clouds. A mirror before him. In the mirror the already severed, perishing. Thing.
Czeslaw Milosz
She would have liked to know how he felt as to a meeting. Perhaps indifferent, if indifference could exist under such circumstances. He must be either indifferent or unwilling. Has he wished ever to see her again, he need not have waited till this time; he would have done what she could not but believe that in his place she should have done long ago, when events had been early giving him the indepencence which alone had been wanting.
Jane Austen