“Remember / you have touched the ocean floor, and you have made your garden there.”— Barbara Jane Reyes, “Track: ‘A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing),’ Romeo Void (1984).” from Letters to a Young Brown Girl
“She was entirely lost in her own world.”— D. H. Lawrence, from “The Rainbow,” originally publ. c. 1915
“A yearning for something unknown came over her, a passion for something she knew not what. She would walk the foreshore alone after dusk, expecting, expecting something, as if she had gone to a rendezvous. The salt, bitter passion of the sea, its indifference to the earth, its swinging, definite motion, its strength, its attack, and its salt burning, seemed to provoke her to a pitch of madness.”— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
they should make a perfume that smells like a wet cave by the sea with clay and minerals and like other stuff that smells good and damp
Ingeborg Bachmann, from Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems; “Journey Out”
Text ID: The dark water, thousand-eyed, / opens its white-foamed lashes, / studying you, deep and long,