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“To hatch a crow, a black rainbow
Bent in emptiness
over emptiness
But flying”
― Ted Hughes, Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow

“The furies are at home
in the mirror; it is their address.
Even the clearest water,
if deep enough can drown.
Never think to surprise them.
Your face approaching ever
so friendly is the white flag
they ignore. There is no truce

with the furies. A mirror’s temperature
is always at zero. It is ice
in the veins. Its camera
is an X—ray. It is a chalice

held out to you in
silent communion, where gaspingly
you partake of a shifting
identity never your own.”
― R. S. Thomas

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
― Edvard Munch

“The life of this world is wind
Windblown we come, and windblown we go away.
All that we look on is windfall.
All we remember is wind.”
― Charles Wright, The Southern Cross