A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. ― Salman Rushdie
A rain has begun. It is not the rain that murmured all night at my window, not the downpour I ran from in a field, nor the storm which frightened me at sea. It is moving toward me all my life. — Li-Young Lee, from “Rain Diary,” Rose (BOA Editions, 1993)
…the heart has no tears to give,—it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence. — Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 22, 2015) Originally published March 20th 1852.