Correspondences Quotes

“The wet earth. I did not imagine
your death would reconcile me with
language, did not imagine soil
clinging to the page, black type
like birds on a stone sky. That your soul – yes,
I use that word – beautiful,
could saturate the bitterness from even
that fate, not of love
but its opposite, all concealed
in a reversal of longing.”
― Anne Michaels, Correspondences: A poem and portraits

“I began the piling of words,
to dig myself out
to dare myself”
― Anne Michaels, Correspondences: A poem and portraits

“the rain that held the light
that fell, the rain that fell,
the light that held”
― Anne Michaels, Correspondences: A poem and portraits