42 Quotes by Carl Phillips

And—already—you are leaving. You havecrossed the water.

How at first a sweetness;how, by turns, a gift, a darkness.

There, beside the shifting fact ofall that water. What's done is done.

Here—your shirt, he said,after. Lifting it. Bringing itto me as if it werenot a shirtbut a thing immaculate,or in flames, or—with a single swordpositioned through it—a sacred heart.

Why does it seemI won't come back here? Why speak of itas of, already, a place I miss?

The lightextends like truth, the truth likea hand extending at the same time asit recedes.What is that like?

In the meadow, inadoration: am I not yours?

If I remember it, did it happen?

untilthe image itselfhas grown distorted pastall recognition savethat of memory