128 Quotes by Alice Oswald

it's a pitiable likeness of clear runningstruggling to keep up with what's already gone

beautiful disused route to the seafish path with nearly no fish in

YOU MUST NEVER SLEEP UNDER A MAGNOLIAwhen the tree begins to flowerlike a glimpse ofFleshwhen the flower begins to smellas if its roots have reachedthe layer ofThirst upon theunsealed jar ofJoyAlice, you shouldnever sleep underso much pure paleso many shriek-mouthed bloomsas if Patiencehad run out ofPatience

so by degrees I became invisiblein that spotted sick-room lightand nobody found me there.

the hour has not yet ended in whichunder a cloth of laurelI sat quite still.

good morning to you, first faint breeze of unrest

but you were moving on:monotonousvindictive

one of the many mass-produced particles of time

and their hearts are already eroded and I too