[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
She smiles and she looks at me with clear eyes.
— Robert McLiam Wilson, from Eureka Street