Cicada Quotes

“Cicada

Sick of his own face,
sick of his skin, of the dark,
he crawls outside himself
to sing–

a better poet than most.”
― Hosho McCreesh

“. . . Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame,
My youthful desires have been burnt with the years–
And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind
A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.”
― Haoran Meng

“I seek a few highly intelligent people. I engrain hints and codes in my puzzles. Some have broken the three puzzles I have created. But none have decoded my music, yet...Prepare for Epiphany.”
― Cicada 3301

“Maybe one day you'll see
me latched barkside to that tree,
teasing my way out of the skin I'm in
until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither
then fly. Shiny and high.
Leaving only an effigy—
a hollowed-out
replica
behind.”
― Jenny Noble Anderson, But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings

“Wistful notes spoke of loneliness, as solitary as the final birdsong of autumn or the trill of summer’s last cicada before the wintry freeze.”
― Katherine McIntyre, A Reflection of Ice