time, words, and fears

Oh beauty, why are you not enough?

Why am I crying after love?

- Sara Teasdale

Translucent time is closing up its moments
and ripens inwards, throwing out its roots,
it grows within me, occupies me wholly,
its foliage flings me out deliriously...
- Octavio Paz

Words hang like wash on the line, blowing in the winds of the mind.
- Rameshwar Das