"Alone, but this river must flow;
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to lose."
JK
"Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again."
McCarthy
“Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders..."
Ellis
"Frail on my ear against the dream
Darkness beneath night’s darkness had freed,
That rose slowly toward me, watching."
Hughes
"Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread...
... their veins like slender bones"
McCarthy
"The winter floods have ruined her.
She squats between draggled banks, fingering her rags and rubbish.”
Hughes
"a particular capacity of line (is) its capacity to create surface"
Kandinsky
'Little secrets
of despair
and
disrepair.'
Manefeldt
"The Atlantic has bitten into the island's neck like a stoat, and will in time consume it all.
Aran is a dying moment."
Tim Robinson
"Sorrow is hushed into my heart like the evening among the silent trees."
Tagore