The Galloping Hour Quotes

“the sense of things
remains in the intensity of their names”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“night opens
I enter
night shuts
I don't leave”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Naked. Fatigue of the body transparent as a glass-tree. Near yourself you hear the brutal rumor of inextricable desire. Night blindly mine. You're farther gone than me. Horror of checking for you in the screams of my poem. Your name is the disease of things at midnight. They had promised me one silence. Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I'd love to kill you —”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Don't forget your eyes
because I inhabit them”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“but the day rains over the emptiness of everything”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“you don't speak
you no longer speak to yourself

even the she in the mirror
has disappeared”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“the wine the sadness and the night”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“devouring myself and panicking”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Remember it. Remember that I must want it badly. Remember that this is the only thing left to want, in this world wide and deep.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“mind the angels my love
mind also those words
dragging across our lips”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“The same night, the same rain.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Because madness is a lie too. Like night. Like death.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“I drank to see him again
at the bottom of your wine”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Each word is you begging to utter it. Each word is the long invitation to memory.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Return, while night clatters and mirrors open and everything tears inside because of your absence. Everything wants to get on with the wind, the sky. To register a terrible gesture, some way of being without you, an impossible.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“stumbling around I speak
to keep
from betraying a secret”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“And now
what will I do
with all this time
that forms my life
with all these people
who care nothing for me
now,
that you've left
all these nights
why, for whom
and this morning
for nothing returning
my heart banging
for whom why
banging gravely,
gravely,
and now
how to face up to
that nothingness
my life slipping
o friends
be gentle
you know well
we have nothing to do with it
And now
what will I do
now
that you . . .”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“when the day deranges us
displacing our ennui

angel presented under the vaults
gather our grief”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“when the night is a bit more
than some little suns pulled apart
when the heart lets loose a cry
our disquietude wrings dry”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“I wait
until they finish up
living
without you
at dawn without you”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“love me
it's your play
I say”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Your eyes blind everything, even the night, your name written inside me.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Return as ever. Your eyes are my only conveyance to death's other face.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Memory near oblivion. Far death”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“I collapse
I touch myself
a flower's gesture
frail
cold”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“I offer myself awfully
abyss frost
I offer myself
you frighten me
I offer myself
I don't give a fuck”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“With crystal chords I play love's very tune
In soft falling rain that allays my wound”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems