Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it. ― Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel. (North Atlantic Books; First Edition edition, April 10, 2012)
Nothing lives long Only the earth and mountains — Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West. (Holt Paperbacks; 30th Anniversary edition January 23, 2001) Originally published 1970.
Alone, very alone on a line — a line of poetry. — Jacques Derrida, Schibboleth: pour Paul Cela. (Editions Galilée, 1986)