Henri Cole

“We all came from our mothers' bellies. We all have hope in our veins. We don't want history to forget us, but…

— Henri Cole

Over the past 30 years, hand grenades, tanks, fighter jets, missiles, helicopters and assault rifles have replaced traditional floral patterns in rug…

— Henri Cole

You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return.

— Henri Cole

“Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.”

— Henri Cole

“Experience seems to come from a distance.”

— Henri Cole

“Introducing the idea of beauty as a salve and of aesthetics making something difficult accessible.”

— Henri Cole

In French, one can say I am alone or I feel alone but nothing as baldly distressing as I am lonely.

— Henri Cole

“My soft voice and demeanor were useless. In a pint jar, I carried a cremated friend, like flesh scraped from a cistern.”

— Henri Cole

“I'm standing in the lake, forming a whirlpool with my arms, letting the force of atonement pull me into its center until…

— Henri Cole

“There's no animal that sleep-deprives itself like the human.”

— Henri Cole

In truth, I'm still slightly embarrassed to say, I am a poet. I'd rather say, I make poems.

— Henri Cole

“I feel like a jug in which wine is poured until it overflows.”

— Henri Cole

How can I defend myself against what I want?

— Henri Cole

“the art of life, mostly, the art of avoiding pain”

— Henri Cole

“Words and phrases grew only slowly”

— Henri Cole

A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere.…

— Henri Cole