Poetic Devices

“You won’t find the same person twice, not even in the same person…”

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect.”

“Oppressors always expect the oppressed to extend to them the understanding so lacking in themselves.”

I talked to you on the phone. Tried to joke. Don’t worry about me, I said, I have the quail for company. Well, they took flight when I opened the door. A week later and they still haven’t come back. When I look at the silent telephone I think of quail. When I think of the quail and how they went away, I remember talking to you that morning and how the receiver lay in my hand. My heart— the blurred things it was doing at the time.

“I never thought of her as a thing to be considered by daylight. The many times I had seen her, none had been in the day. I expected her like I expected the moon.”

What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere.

Impasse

“One day Time will die And love will bury it.”