Tomas Tranströmer, Baltics

...if you take [jelly fish] out of the water their entire form disappears, like when an unspeakable truth is lifted up out of the silence and expressed as lifeless gel, yes, they're untranslatable, they must stay in their own element.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, April 3, 1968

The nation is sick. Trouble is in the land; confusion all around…. But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.

Margalo Goldbach, "The Throat of Reality"

My inner poet is a perspective.
Her knife is at the throat of reality.
The hairs on her neck always stick up
because of the imaginative shivers she sends down her spine.
She has a purse. It carries the concept
of infinity and the absence of light.
She ventures through fiction and truth
to find carefully articulated words.
She wears the past as a gown.
She makes it work.
Her hand is always in mine.

Anne Sexton, “Her Kind”

…

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind