Piece by piece I seemto re-enter the world: I first began a small, fixed dot, still seethat old myself, a dark blue thumbtack —Adrienne Rich, "Necessities of Life"
Walk slowly now.It doesn't matter if you missthe train, it doesn't matter if you miss all the trains.—Malena Mörling, "On Seventh Avenue South"
Look out our astounding clear windows before evening. It is almost as if the world were blue with some lubricant,it shines so. —Denis Johnson, "Looking Out the Window Poem"