And still I dare to love
the sound of the light in the hours of deadness
the color of time on a ruined wall.
In my eyes I’ve lost everything.
Asking is so far away. And so close, this knowledge of want.
—Alejandra Pizarnik, “A Beggar Voice" (translated by Yvette Siegert)
"You disappear? Yes and then come back.
Moments of death I call them."