17 Quotes by Marianne Boruch

There's time, this lasting forever.

It's how wordscome apart in a dream.And then you're awake.

And the door, what ofthe hinge, little cry that won't uncry itself.

Even night is a gesture, sleepa cog in its wheel of stars. Lie down.At some point you lie down.

the heart-shaped digitalis tounstrange a rhythm raving,sweet blood and slow blood throughthe muscled dark.

I can see where this is going and I don't want to. I don't.

What a puzzle death becomes, rainy afternoonsto put who we wereback together.

A poem is a box, a thing, to put other things in. For safe keeping.