”Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And eat men like air.”
-Sylvia Plath
”The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil’s wife
which made me worse. I howled in my cell.
If the Devil was gone then how could this be Hell?”
-Carol Ann Duffy
”And we are in bed together,
laughing,
and we don’t care about anything…”
-Charles Bukowski
”I like to think that when I fall,
A raindrop in Death’s shoreless sea,
This shelf of books along the wall,
Beside my bed, will mourn for me.”
-Robert Service
”Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for?”
-Robert Browning
”These are the late poems.
Most poems are late,
Of course, too late,
Like a letter sent to the sailor,
That arrives after he’s drowned.”
-Margaret Atwood
”The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.”
-Maya Angelou
”That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
-H.P. Lovecraft
”I think I know the trees
Will never love me and we’re here as accidentally…”
-Bernadette Mayer
”Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”
-Edgar Allen Poe