128 Quotes by Alice Oswald

and what precisely is this shining

still in her white nightclothes in the same long entangle-ment

the same dizziness the same lifelike a metal beam whacks me on thehead again as when a man slinkshome after battlealive alive and nobody else wasthat luckywho is it trapped in this livingshape pushing the door with hishands still covered in blood

with the same old grief asmine is it mine am I home oh howmuch life not my own have Ibuttered and eaten

as soon as the grief as soon as aghost begins to shake me from theinside

a kiss gives off a swoosh ofamnesia

which is love's property

which is a memorywhich happens again and again

the makeshift character thatsprings from speaking and lookingon and letting everything pass andthen the loneliness of being left hereendless lost to my lethargy like adripping tap