Whylah Falls Quotes

“The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars.”
― George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls

“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the
gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps
petals of water from her skin. At once,
clouds begin to sob for such beauty.
Clothing drops like leaves.

"No one makes poetry,my Mme.
Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,”
I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it with
our souls.”

Desire illuminates the dark manuscript
of our skin with beetles and butterflies.
After the lightning and rain has ceased,
after the lightning and rain of lovemaking
has ceased, Selah will dive again into the
sunflower-open river.”
― George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls