I) Robert Browning / Eurydice To Orpheus (1864) Ii) W.a. Mozart / “parto, Parto” (la Clemenza Di

He just cried on, this hopeless hard retching as if the tears were shards and each one cut as it came out.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

There is a solitude in this world

I cannot pierce. I would die for it.

- Ada Limón, Drowning Creek

Everything, in fact, was something else.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

There is no question I am someone starving. There is no question I am making this journey to find out what that appetite is. And I see him free of it, as if he had simply crossed to the other side of the bridge, I see desire set free in him like some ray of mysterious light. Now tell me the truth, would you cross that bridge if you came to it? And where, if you made the grave choice to give up bread, would it take you?

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

'I'll go.' But he doesn't go. He uses the future not the present tense

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

Above my own life on a crippled wing I soar, oh, I soar

Julia Hartwig, On the Heights tr. Regina Grol

I was only time flowing through myself.

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

Beside the river are two things you never forget, that the moment you look at a river that moment has already passed, and that everything is on its way somewhere else.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I was suddenly some safer form of fire.

Ada Limón, What Remains Grows Ravenous