The world is gone, I must carry you.
— Paul Celan, from “Vast, glowing vault”, (trans. Michael Hamburger)
The moon has your name memorised: the curl of your back, your face, an open book.
— Vona Groarke, from “Tonight of Yesterday”
Don’t you fall now —
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
— Langston Hughes, from “Mother to Son”
And we, who always think of happiness
rising, would feel the emotion
that almost confounds us
when a happy thing falls.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Tenth Elegy”, translated by Edward Snow
Old gods lean in close.
— Mary O’Donnell, from “Fairy Rath”
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
— Lewis Carroll, from ‘Jabberwocky’