"Bone-spur, stirrup of veins —white colt
a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter..."
Zarin
"Bone-spur, stirrup of veins —white colt
a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter..."
Zarin
"A close resemblance like one dream to another
As I gaze on them, I begin to wonder
From which side of the river I watch . . ."
Tada
"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