“As stone suffers of stoniness, As light of its shiningness, As birds of their wingedness, So I of my whoness. And what the cure of all this? What the not and not suffering? What the better and later of this?… — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
“As stone suffers of stoniness, As light of its shiningness, As birds of their wingedness, So I of my whoness. And what the cure… — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
“She saw that the world was evil and yet craved for happines in it, which she thought to get by being evil herself. And… — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
“Ah, the minutes twinkle in and out And in and out come and go One by one, none by none, What we know, what… — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
“between the word and the world lie fading eternities of soon” — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
“the words are only part of the poetic formula: the rest is ritual, and the reason in THEM must contend with the mechanics of… — Laura Riding Jackson Copy Share Image
