"Hubert: It is a fearful and tempestuous time,
The concave firmament, the angel's bridge
O'er the world's day and night, is visibly
Bowed down and bent beneath its load of thunder,
And through the fiery fissures of the clouds
Glistens the warfare of armed elements,
Bellowing defiance in earth's stunned ear,
And setting midnight on the throne of day.
Huntsman: The roar has ceased; the hush of intercalm
Numbs with its leaden finger Echo's lips,
And angry spirits in mid havoc pause,
Premeditating ruin in their silence."
--Beddoes, The Brides' Tragedy
" 'What I have received as my inheritance,' he said, 'is the hope for a book. Poisoned legacy! with each of my works, a little more of this hope fades away.' " --Edmond Jabès, The Book of Shares (1987) tr Rosemarie Waldrop
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