Requiesce in pace, Johanna Papissa.


    —

Donna Woolfolk Cross, from Pope Joan

Final sentences:

"[Beware! Beware! 
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!] 
Weave a circle round him thrice, 
And close your eyes with holy dread 
For he on honey-dew hath fed, 
And drunk the milk of Paradise.”

from “Kubla Khan

"[O worse than all!] O pang all pangs above
Is Kindness counterfeiting absent Love!” 

from “The Pang More Sharp Than All (An Allegory)

"Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles, 
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.”

from “Frost at Midnight

"He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.”

from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner


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[Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!]
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.


    — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from “Kubla Khan

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But on that day,

a good day for reading comics,
she presses into my arm, eager to see,

and we indulge in the power
to inhabit a world a page removed from our own.


    — Gary Jackson, from “Missing You, Metropolis”

[This is the story you asked for.] I leave it in your mouth.


    — Emma Donoghue, from Kissing the Witch

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We stepped inside.


    —

Mira Grant, from Feed 

#Mira Grant  #Feed  #lit  #prose  

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