Quotes from Gwendolyn MacEwen

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

Here is a book of tongues. Take it. (Dark leaves invade the air.) Beware! I now know a language so beautiful and lethal My mouth bleeds when I speak it.

A language so beautiful and lethal My mouth bleeds when I speak it.—

And the people believe, because Julian lets them believe... he does not force, suggest, tease, prod -- he lets them believe, he draws margins over which he knows their minds can jump, he unscrews hinges on all the doors.

Green with sleep the skin breathes night I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream The sheets like leaves in a private season Speak of singular self which lies between. Your breathing is a thing I cannot enter Like a season more remote than winter; Green with sleep breathes, breathes the skin, I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream.