Cecilia Llompart Quotes

If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.

— Cecilia Llompart

“I know my breasts, small
as plums, would win no blue ribbons.
But in your hands they tremble and fill
with song like plump, white birds.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“Consider, O Lover, my throat
white as cigarette paper.
The crushed lavender of my knuckles.
My heart, a dulled needle threaded through
too many patterns.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“Winter is already a lost shape, forgotten
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“There are bones
waiting for names in the graveyards.
Even the sun above us is dying, one
landed repetition of light at a time.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suited
sun like a scotch in hand.”

— Cecilia Llompart

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.
The wind moves like a wounded animal.
The ground must be full of teeth by now.

— Cecilia Llompart

“Consider my Lover; the yellow church
of his skin, the clean wells of his ears;
How the notes of a song come to him
like birds descending on a power line;
How in his absence I am of two
throats
each of them cramped.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“Prayer is a many fingered
and kaleidoscopic thing-it folds
and unfolds inside of you. It enters
the many rooms you cannot enter.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;
like a man in a glass bottom boat.
Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“Consider the road, long and forked
as the Devil's own tongue.
Consider the Devil, burning
every bridge; Placing
in every tree a black bird.
In every bird a black thought.”

— Cecilia Llompart

“If the sun rolled back like an eye,
it would see the mind of God.”

— Cecilia Llompart