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Sylvia Plath, 'Pursuit'

"The panther wakes and stalks again, and every sound in the house is his tread on the stair…"

— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

“It’s not difficult for the ewe to love the lamb. But for the wolf? The wolf’s love for the lamb is such a renunciation, it’s a Christ-like love, it’s the wolf’s sacrifice—it’s a love that could never be requited. This wolf that sacrifices its very definition for the lamb, this wolf that doesn’t eat the lamb, is it a wolf? Is it still a wolf?”

"There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat."

"But happiness is when a real wolf suddenly refrains from eating us. The lamb’s burst of laughter comes when it’s about to be devoured, and then, at the last second, is not eaten."

"But sometimes it’s the wolf that falls into the jaws of the lamb. The wolf, out of love, falls backwards into the circle of fire. It goes around so fast, it just so happens that the lamb catches the wolf, the double."

"The lamb loves its wolf. The wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. The lamb loves the wolf’s fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one’s force. The wolf is now the lamb’s lamb and the lamb has tamed the wolf. Love blackens the lamb."

— Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Love of the Wolf’, tr. Keith Cohen

"...the Wolf which—just this once won’t hurt—spared its lamb, carried it off in the deep forest to love it…"

— Marina Tsvetaeva, 'Mon Pouchkine', tr. Markowicz & Hiver, quoted in 'Stigmata: Escaping Texts; Love of the Wolf’ by Hélène Cixous, tr. Keith Cohen

"Suivez-moi. Je vous attendais. Vous serez ma proie."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; from ‘The Lady of the House of Love’

"A hunter is someone who listens. / So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon. / Out of his hand and impales. / Itself."

— Anne Carson, Plainwater; from 'Town of the Sound of a Twig Breaking'

"Are you the target; am I the bow and dart? / Are you the deer that doesn’t want to flee / and turns to give the hunter her wild heart?"

— Gregory Orr, The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems; from ‘Wild Heart’

"The beloved is a lion. / We’re the lame deer in his paws."

— Rumi, Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing; from ‘Fringe’, tr. Coleman Barks

"Here the horn-scarred hunter and the tall stag / Have exchanged places. Each is dancing / Inside the other."

— Ted Hughes, Rain-Charm for the Duchy; from 'A Birthday Masque'

"I owe so much / to those I don’t love. / The relief as I agree / that someone else needs them more. / The happiness that I’m not the wolf to their sheep."

— Wisława Szymborska, Poems: New and Collected; Thank-You Note, tr. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh

"He takes hold of me like prey."

— Anaïs Nin, from 'Henry and June'

"I keep trying to find / the words for what happened: / Was it love / Who was the hunter? Who the prey? / The roles reverse."

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from Bride of Ice; from 'Girlfriend', tr. Elaine Feinstein

"…my lovers divided into exciting predators and insipid prey."