96 Quotes About Stag-s-leap

And no, he does not want to meet again, in a year—when wepart, it is with a dry bowand Good-bye.

And it entered my strictured heart, this morning,slightly, shyly as if warily,untamed, a greater sense of the sweetnessand plenty of his ongoing life,unknown to me, unseen by me,unheard by me, untouched by me,but known by others, seen by others,heard, touched.

One of usmaybe a little too much a hunter,the other a little too polar of affection,polar of summer mysteriousness,magnetic in reticent mourning.

And sometimes I feel as if,already, I am not here—

Before I turned out the light,he touched my face, then turned away,then the dark.

but he does not want to talk about it,he wants a stillness at the end of it.

where what cannotbe seen is inferred by what the visibledoes.

I want to say to him, now, Whatwas it like, to love me—when you looked at me,what did you see?

When he loved me, I lookedout at the world as if from insidea profound dwelling, like a burrow or a well, I'd gazeup, at noon, and see Orionshining—when I thought he loved me, when I thoughtwe were joined not just for breath's time,but for the long continuance