[Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud.] O Jesus, make it stop!
— Siegfried Sassoon, from “Attack”
[I want it that way, friend -
I am going far away alone, neither with you nor with any other shadow in the darkness.] Only I will be engulfed by the darkness; the world will belong to me, myself, wholly.
— Lu Xun, from “The Shadow’s Farewell” translated by Huiwen (Helen) Zhang (submitted by Huiwen Zhang
Whatever my kind may be,
It is not absurd
To confuse myself with a bird
For the space of a reverie:
My species never flew,
But I somehow know
It is something that long ago
I almost adapted to.
— Richard Wilbur, from “Flying
Nothing is lost and nothing unfulfilled.
— Charles Williams, from “Night”
Wish is the word that sounds like what wind means.
— Joshua Mehigan, from “Promenade
How do you dream through all the howling?
— Marty McConnell, from “another day, another vow never again to discuss politics on Facebook”