The wound kills that does not bleed. - Wallace Stevens

The words they spoke were voices that she heard. She looked at them and saw them as they were And what she felt fought off the barest phrase.

Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, <p> By the terrible incantations of defeats And by the fear that the defeats and the dreams are one. <p> The whole race is a poet that writes down The eccentric propositions of its fate.

Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.