To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.
Mark StrandShe stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.
Mark StrandBut I tend to think of the expressive part of me as rather tedious - never curious or responsive, but blind and self-serving.
Mark Strand