“I cling unto the burning Æthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God.And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.”
“I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.”
“I thought: Now I am like Dante. I walk through hell, but I am not burning.”
“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”
“Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.”
“I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr”