This is not my teeming fate, my rind, my roiling ellipsis or valedictory spray of myrrh. – Aaron Shurin, from “Plume,” Citizen (City Lights Books, 2012)
I keep quiet as is properFor a man who has learned that the human heartHolds more than speech does. — Czesław Miłosz, from “Greek Portrait,” Selected Poems (Ecco Press, 1981)
…what am I if not a ray from some long-dead star? […] dying in the flames of excessive potentiality? — George Bataille, Guilty. (Lapis Pr, October 1, 1988) Originally published 1944.