Marianne Moore, Poems, from The Egoist Press, 1921.
October 24, 2011
- “awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether”— Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans....
- “Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”
- “So, I say, what of the night, the terrible night?”— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood