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“He saw the black water and the declining sun and the swan dipping down, its white wings flashing, and slowing and slowing till silver ripples carried it home. It was a scene which seemed the heart of this land. The lowing sun and the one star waking, white wings on a black water, and the smell of rain, and the long lane fading where a voice comes in the falling night.
--Ireland, said Scrotes.
--Yes, this is Ireland.
”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

“The sidewalks flash silver with mica.
Skyline smeared with geese.

By way of recognition
I lost the sound of your voice.”
― Ryan Murphy, Down with the Ship

“I did not foresee my words becoming such a reverie of mimic and refrain.”
― Joshua Kryah, Glean: Poems

“We are each what never leaves us, what we never see
the back of
is the self. But what loves us

is at the back, as Eurydice was
escorting him out
without his knowing.”
― Christina Davis, Forth A Raven