We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.
Laura RidingPoetry is a sleep-maker for that which sits up late in us listening for the footfall of the future on to-day's doorstep.
Laura RidingPoetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.
Laura RidingConversation succeeds conversation, Until there's nothing left to talk about Except truth, the perennial monologue, And no talker to dispute it but itself.
Laura Riding