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The Wingless
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Cecilia Llompart63 ratings, 4.54 average rating, 11 reviews
The Wingless Quotes
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“If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.”
― The Wingless
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.”
― The Wingless
“I know my breasts, small
as plums, would win no blue ribbons.
But in your hands they tremble and fill
with song like plump, white birds.”
― The Wingless
as plums, would win no blue ribbons.
But in your hands they tremble and fill
with song like plump, white birds.”
― The Wingless
“Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.
The wind moves like a wounded animal.
The ground must be full of teeth by now.”
― The Wingless
The wind moves like a wounded animal.
The ground must be full of teeth by now.”
― The Wingless
“Consider, O Lover, my throat
white as cigarette paper.
The crushed lavender of my knuckles.
My heart, a dulled needle threaded through
too many patterns.”
― The Wingless
white as cigarette paper.
The crushed lavender of my knuckles.
My heart, a dulled needle threaded through
too many patterns.”
― The Wingless
“Winter is already a lost shape, forgotten
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.”
― The Wingless
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.”
― The Wingless
“There are bones
waiting for names in the graveyards.
Even the sun above us is dying, one
landed repetition of light at a time.”
― The Wingless
waiting for names in the graveyards.
Even the sun above us is dying, one
landed repetition of light at a time.”
― The Wingless
“Consider the road, long and forked
as the Devil’s own tongue.
Consider the Devil, burning
every bridge; Placing
in every tree a black bird.
In every bird a black thought.”
― The Wingless
as the Devil’s own tongue.
Consider the Devil, burning
every bridge; Placing
in every tree a black bird.
In every bird a black thought.”
― The Wingless
“Consider my Lover; the yellow church
of his skin, the clean wells of his ears;
How the notes of a song come to him
like birds descending on a power line;
How in his absence I am of two
throats--each of them cramped.”
― The Wingless
of his skin, the clean wells of his ears;
How the notes of a song come to him
like birds descending on a power line;
How in his absence I am of two
throats--each of them cramped.”
― The Wingless
“Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;
like a man in a glass bottom boat.
Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.”
― The Wingless
like a man in a glass bottom boat.
Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.”
― The Wingless