-Richard Siken, from “The Language of the Birds,” War of the Foxes (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)
"Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart, says the heart."
"Sometimes, when the first star shines in a still, clear sky, beneath a rain of delicate light, I have thought that I knew. I did know, in fact. Perhaps I still know."
-Albert Camus, from Lyrical and Critical Essays (via autumnalsonata)