Quotes from Donald Revell

the murmuring priests

All night I was awake with useless sympathy what use is childhood that falls to its death

Love makes us infamous when love is coldly true

she shapes her surface lights into the shape of breasts.

And so it was that I became an anthology piece translated along with many others out of the French into your small arms though I am a phantom

The shadows of leaves are addressed to immortality

I have seen a sparrow becoming the world's end

I have caught sight of my true friend rounding the hillside in his cloak of rain

The grit of the deathbed earth grows soft

Creation is the miniature of creation

each of the best minds ends by making fairy tales

The man is a cabin, poorly kept.

Humanness is a window thrown against a wall.

The afterlife unravels before our eyes