“I remember a friend telling me once
How he woke up in a long train
Put out of service in a railroad yard.
In the dining car the tables were all set
With wine glasses and fresh flowers.
He could see the moon’s lost white glove.”
—Charles Simic, “Late Train”
“Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong… you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.”
(Beckett, Molloy)