“Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.”
- Dante’s Inferno CANTO I
translate loss the way this land does—
flood, earthquake, landslide—
terrible, and alive.”
“They say you cannot say this in a poem.
That you cannot say love and mean anything.
That you cannot say soul and approach heaven.
But the sun is no fool, I tell you.
It will rise for nothing less.”
- Chris Abani Sanctificum
“We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.”