Posts tagged Mary Ruefle.

Roll away the other stone and there’s nothing.

    — Mary Ruefle, from “On Burial” in The Most of It

That’s right,
it’s the pure, brief space
that is yours:
nothing fills it.

    — Mary Ruefle, from “Endless Nights of Rain

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[I remember more than I can tell.

I remember heaven.]

I remember hell.

    — Mary Ruefle, from “I Remember, I Remember” (via cynicismbedamned)

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