Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night.
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many. Benedicte.
“Seized by a sudden truth I started up at 4 a.m. The word grip pronounced “gripe” is applied only to towns, cities and habitations; the word gripe pronounced “grip” can be used of human beings. In my dream I saw the two parts of this truth connected by a three-mile long rope of women’s hair. And just at that moment all the questions of male and female soul murder, which were to be answered as soon as I pulled on the rope, broke away and fell in a chunk back down the rocky chasm where I had been asleep. We are the half and half again, we are the language stump.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on the Truth to Be Had from Dreams”