Posts tagged submission.

So I become

my blinding self:

black bird

singing:

home, free


    — Remica L Bingham, from “What We Ask of Flesh”

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We are under way.


    — Elizabeth Bear, from Dust

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As evening fell and they settled down into the first stage of their long journey, Tryfan thought to himself that if he ever did become a scribemole, then perhaps, with the Stone’s grace, he might one day record all that Boswell was beginning to tell him now of the story of Bracken and his beloved Rebecca.


    — William Horwood, from Duncton Wood

[Now crazy Nell rambles; and still she will weep,
And, fearless, at night into hovels will creep.]
Fond parents! alas, their affliction is deep,
And vainly they comfort their child


    — John Clare, fromPoems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery

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Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.


    — John Dryden, from “Happy the Man” 

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'[The universe owes us forever.] And our eternity starts now.'


    — Rachel Vincent, from With All My Soul 

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