"I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
I am inhabited by a cry.
nightly it flaps out
looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
i am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?