Anne Gallagher

“The main thing is to write
for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust
that imagines its haven like your hands at night
dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.
You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous.
Take off from here.”
― Seamus Heaney, Station Island

“And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.”
― Raymond Carver

“Most things may never happen: this one will.”
― Philip Larkin, Aubade

“I want away to the house of death, to my father under the low, clay roof.”
― Seamus Heaney, District and Circle