“…the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.”
More from Anne Carson
“My personal poetry is a failure. I do not want to be a person. I want to be unbearable.”
“Very few women in public life do not worry that their voices are too high or too light or…”
“To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.”
“To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.”