Quotes from Elizabeth Willis

It's not over yet. A dream can spend all night fighting off the morning. Let me start again. —Elizabeth Willis, from "Ephemeral Stream." Poem-A-Day January 2, 2014

I thought I was reading but suddenly I'm read. Some kind of artist then, painting his targets. Distinct or indistinct sensation? I prefer clarity when I can afford it. So what if another flower plagiarized the rosary?

Don't speak till sound has eclipsed its idea.

I was looking in the window of a newer Canaan, but the dew on its lilies tasted like salt.

We're rowing like Greeks before those trees turn to treason, erased of all their writing.

extremes of affection only to be seen when the mind's a heart.

Does the task love the master?

This is my heart, a bird in the building.