“I shall not stop,
I shall not stop
Beneath the moon clothed in white,
Drowning in the morrow
With a fast-beating heart.
You remain mine, when I am aware,
You remain mine, when I am unaware.
There, in the dome of mist,
In the wells of spacious churches,
In festivals
And the glimmering of windows,
The fields of folk-song,
The desperate hum of din,
The departure of ships and wine,
You remain mine.
The shriveled and the fresh stop short,
And the earth stretches forth its head
And pursues us from word to word,
From bird
To bird
I heard from afar,
And when I tried to approach,
You held up your hand.
I heard from afar
And saw the ancient peoples
There, beyond the woods.”

“part memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss you”

“You are mine, but you are not mine. I am yours, but you hardly know it.”

“I'm always going to keep your heart safe, even if mine has to stop beating for that to happen.”

“This is senseless cruelty. It must stop forthwith… I am told that people kill albinos and chop their body parts, including fingers, believing they can get rich when mining or fishing.”

“I was, I am and will remain the Russian, the son of the Motherland. Her life first of all I will be interested in. I will live with her interests. With her’s dignity I will strengthen mine.”

“I am going to stop calling you a white man and I'm going to ask you to stop calling me a black man.”

“This morning I wake to be older than you were
Fresh white snow for miles
Every footstep will be mine.”

“I am unaware of his plans but I shall never stop believing in them because I cannot fathom them and I prefer to mistrust my own intellectual capacities than his justice.”

“His eyes met mine and the rest of the room faded away. ―I‘m always going to keep your heart safe, even if mine has to stop beating for that to happen,‖ he told me softly.”