“Jesus watches from the wall,
But his face is cold as stone,
And if he loves me
As she tells me
Why do I feel so all alone?”

Source: The Queen of Attolia

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Epilogue
Context: I have learned how faces fall to bone,
how under the eyelids terror lurks,
how suffering inscribes on cheeks
the hard lines of its cuneiform texts,
how glossy black or ash-fair locks
turn overnight to tarnished silver,
how smiles fade on submissive lips,
and fear quavers in a dry titter.
And I pray not for myself alone..
for all who stood outside the jail,
in bitter cold or summer's blaze,
with me under that blind red wall.

Source: Everything Is Illuminated

Source: City of Heavenly Fire

In a letter to Ada Leverson [Sphinx] recorded in her book Letters To The Sphinx From Oscar Wilde and Reminiscences of the Author (1930)

Source: Captivated by You

Good question, Mama. Good question.
Violating the Boundaries: An Interview with Richard Rodriguez (1999)

Dreamland (2000)
Source: Wir sehen uns im Traumland