Let Us Compare Mythologies Quotes
Let Us Compare Mythologies
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Let Us Compare Mythologies Quotes
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“And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
“Dear friend, I have searched all night
through each burnt paper,
but I fear I will never find
the formula to let you die”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
through each burnt paper,
but I fear I will never find
the formula to let you die”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
“How may we be saints and live in golden coffins
Who will leave on our stone shelves
pathetic notes for intervention
How may we be calm marble gods at ocean altars
Who will murder us for some high reason”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
Who will leave on our stone shelves
pathetic notes for intervention
How may we be calm marble gods at ocean altars
Who will murder us for some high reason”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
“JINGLE
To show the fat brain
rotting like stumps of brown teeth
in an old bright throat
is the final clever thrill
of summer lads all dead with love.
So here is mine,
torn and stretched for the sun,
to be used for a drum or a tambourine,
to be scratched with poetry
by Kafka’s machine”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
To show the fat brain
rotting like stumps of brown teeth
in an old bright throat
is the final clever thrill
of summer lads all dead with love.
So here is mine,
torn and stretched for the sun,
to be used for a drum or a tambourine,
to be scratched with poetry
by Kafka’s machine”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
“Now our Nile has turned to blood
and in the cafes the scholars jest
about a cosmic wound.
Priests no longer smile
at our catalogue of charities
and even the beggars whom we pity and love
refuse our coins with a curse.”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
and in the cafes the scholars jest
about a cosmic wound.
Priests no longer smile
at our catalogue of charities
and even the beggars whom we pity and love
refuse our coins with a curse.”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
“My children will boast of their ancestors at Marathon
and under the walls of Troy,
and Athens, my chiefest joy—
O call me Alexander, Demetrius, Nicanor…”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
and under the walls of Troy,
and Athens, my chiefest joy—
O call me Alexander, Demetrius, Nicanor…”
― Let Us Compare Mythologies
