Partha

“I am your little ram,
burying his muzzle in thick grass of your pasture,

folded by you at night, herded by day,
a dedicated dog nipping at my hocks.

The day will come for you to draw
the bright sickle of the moon

across my wooly throat.
Do it with love, without regret.”
― Mark Wunderlich, The Earth Avails: Poems

“What's more, I was free to do anything that did not hurt others that strengthened me and helped me in the one thing that we are all put on this earth to do: help one another - because it is the only thing that, in the long run, gives us pleasure, as receiving love and friendship and affection is the only thing that gives us joy and ameliorates the dread of our inevitable extinction.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Through the Valley of the Nest of Spiders

“[T]here's a thin line separating the delicate from the bloodless, in art as in food.”
― Amit Chaudhuri, Calcutta: Two Years in the City

“But you know, as I do, that the storm will pass
And that the implacable sun doesn't simply stop
When obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud,
Which is why I know I'll return to your house-
On a Sunday that's there on the calendar-
And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.”
― Mauricio Rosencof