3 Quotes by Patricia Beer

I am to be cured, now that summer is finishedHarvested of my sickness, re-arranged for winter.Seven devils are not easily banishedNor the knot of blindness loosened by a quick knife.Outside, ignored, the July evenings saunter,I have turned back to my room, waiting for my life,Trying to recollect how the white drug fellClogging my veins in an avalanche of sleep- Life Story

Between the illness and the cure there is a strange realmPeopled by ignorant subjects who want and do not wantThe sword of sanity and the elmStake that scotches the vampire.- Life Story

My mother who died youngIn an outlandish rhythmWould have been seventy nowAnd perhaps dead in funeral time.So I may start to mournAs I would celebrateThe first or second birthdayOf a still-born baby.- Out of Season