128 Quotes by Alice Oswald

if you think I careabout your soft-spokenhead-in-the-cloudsseizure of another and yet another and yet another hour

you are so bodiless, so barely there

the same old choirs of hours

as if dropped from a great heightfalling

and half-formed faces float outand vanish too undulating to beactual

of the heart sayingstrangestrangeit's not as if such fastenings could ever containthe regular yearning wing-beat of my evenings

they lift their faces to the past

there is such a horrible trapped buzzing wherever we flyit's going to be impossible to think clearly now

I heard a coughas if a thief was thereoutside my sleepa sharp intake of air