The soft rumor of spreading weeds. The sound of things ruined by the wind. They come to me as if I were the heart of all that exists.
“Summer Goodbyes” from Extracting the Stone of Madness, p. 63
By Alejandra Pizarnik
Published 1968
By Alejandra Pizarnik
Published 1968
I did not like this read (book) for some unknown reason/s. But, liked the quote.