The Lice Quotes
The Lice: Poems
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The Lice Quotes
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“My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.”
― The Lice: Poems
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.”
― The Lice: Poems
“On the door it says what to do to survive
But we were not born to survive
Only to live”
― The Lice: Poems
But we were not born to survive
Only to live”
― The Lice: Poems
“Everything that does not need you is real”
― The Lice: Poems
― The Lice: Poems
“The gods are what has failed to become of us”
― The Lice: Poems
― The Lice: Poems
“The Hydra calls me but I am used to it
It calls me Everybody
But I know my name and do not answer”
― The Lice: Poems
It calls me Everybody
But I know my name and do not answer”
― The Lice: Poems
“Looking East at Night”
Death
White hand
The moths fly at in the darkness
I took you for the moon rising
Whose light then
do you reflect
As though it came out of the roots of things
This harvest pallor in which
I have no shadow but myself”
― The Lice: Poems
Death
White hand
The moths fly at in the darkness
I took you for the moon rising
Whose light then
do you reflect
As though it came out of the roots of things
This harvest pallor in which
I have no shadow but myself”
― The Lice: Poems
“How We Are Spared”
At midsummer before the dawn an orange light returns to the mountains
Like a great weight and the small birds cry out
And bear it up”
― The Lice: Poems
At midsummer before the dawn an orange light returns to the mountains
Like a great weight and the small birds cry out
And bear it up”
― The Lice: Poems
“The sun sets in the cold without friends
Without reproaches after all it has done for us
It goes down believing in nothing
When it has gone I hear the stream running after it
It has brought its flute it is a long way”
― The Lice: Poems
Without reproaches after all it has done for us
It goes down believing in nothing
When it has gone I hear the stream running after it
It has brought its flute it is a long way”
― The Lice: Poems
