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“A man’s memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands. Can’t do much about that. We have our store of days and we spend them like forgetful drunkards.”
― Days Without End
― Days Without End
“When I have a daughter I will tell her
You grew between the cracks of my skin,
I built you,
cell by cell,
over nine full moons,
a flower grown from blood.
Somewhere in your beautiful mind lives the distant memory, of loving only the sound of my voice and the slow hammer of my heart,
you trusted me before you knew me.
So if you ever question your capability to love fully, remember you have loved before, and you will love again”
― Preparing My Daughter For Rain
You grew between the cracks of my skin,
I built you,
cell by cell,
over nine full moons,
a flower grown from blood.
Somewhere in your beautiful mind lives the distant memory, of loving only the sound of my voice and the slow hammer of my heart,
you trusted me before you knew me.
So if you ever question your capability to love fully, remember you have loved before, and you will love again”
― Preparing My Daughter For Rain
“Empurpled rapturous hills I guess and the long day brushstroke by brushstroke enfeebling into darkness and then the fires blooming on the pitch plains. In the beautiful blue night there was plenty of visiting and the braves was proud and ready to offer a lonesome soldier a squaw for the duration of his passion. John Cole and me sought out a hollow away from prying eyes. Then with the ease of men who have rid themselves of worry we strolled among the Indian tents and heard the sleeping babies breathing and spied out the wondrous kind called by the Indians winkte or by white men berdache, braves dressed in the finery of squaws. John Cole gazes on them but he don’t like to let his eyes linger too long in case he gives offence. But he’s like the plough-horse that got the whins. All woken in a way I don’t see before. The berdache puts on men’s garb when he goes to war, this I know. Then war over it’s back to the bright dress. We move on and he’s just shaking like a cold child. Two soldiers walking under the bright nails of the stars. John Cole’s long face, long stride. The moonlight not able to flatter him because he was already beautiful.”
― Days Without End: AN IRISH TIMES BEST IRISH BOOK OF THE 21ST CENTURY
― Days Without End: AN IRISH TIMES BEST IRISH BOOK OF THE 21ST CENTURY
“Time was not something then we thought of as an item that possessed an ending, but something that would go on forever, all rested and stopped in that moment. Hard to say what I mean by that. You look back at all the endless years when you never had that thought. I am doing that now as I write these words in Tennessee. I am thinking of the days without end of my life. And it is not like that now.”
― Days Without End: AN IRISH TIMES BEST IRISH BOOK OF THE 21ST CENTURY
― Days Without End: AN IRISH TIMES BEST IRISH BOOK OF THE 21ST CENTURY
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