“These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.”
Hunt
In the cragged pool
The river-smithy
Goes on labouring all night.
River-goblins
Toil the bellows, in the underglow.
Sledge-hammers of big water, rock anvils
Pound in the den of glooms.
With fling of glare metals and shadow-struggle.
Under the corrugated roof
Bulging and flashing mares
Slam down their heels, and are held.
Electrical stallions
Surge and, with oaths, are quieted.
Ted Hughes
Each is another and no other:
crossing and vanishing
through their empty names:
water, stone, wind.
Paz
"Yes, pebble says,
I am hiding all the world’s memory."
Hallett
undisclosed trespass
“That wish to enter into an elusive element which had urged Cosimo into the trees,
was still working now inside him unsatisfied, making him long for a more intimate link,
a relationship which would bind him to each leaf and twig and feather and flutter.”
Calvino
“My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?”
Danielewski
