I look at you
Across those fires and the dark.
— Weldon Kees, from “Late Evening Song”
Do you know how, most days, it’s the little things that kill you?
— Rachel McKibbens, from “The Bra
I breathed to myself, ‘Hold on! I’m coming.’
— Helen Dunmore, from “Three Ways of Recovering a Body”
[But come here, fear.]
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.
— Joy Harjo, from “I Give You Back”
And God says to me:
God is I.
Daniil Kharms, from “Untitled, September 14, 1931” in Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings, trans. by Matvei Yankelevich
But do you think they could die?
— Alice Notley, from “Locust” in In the Pines