Quotes by : Cecilia Llompart

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of....

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

If the sun rolled back like an eye,it would see the mind of God.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song....

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition....

I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith....

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many....

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a....

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full....