“no verse, no diction resurrected, shaped unless the thought of you dictates this ink, your slave as the poems flow through from the ocean, the vastness that is you so that even nej is a lie for you are the… — Nejoud Al-Yagout Copy Share Image
“Everything Is Going to Be All Right How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there… — Derek Mahon Copy Share Image
