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Pedro Paramo
"One winter night while the soup was boiling in the fireplace, he missed the heat of the back of his store, the buzzing of the sun on the dusty almond trees, the whistle of the train during the lethargy of siesta time, just as in Macondo he had missed the winter soup in the fireplace, the cries of the coffee vendor, and the fleeting larks of
... See moreLike Fowler at the end of The Quiet American, she is looking for someone to whom she can confess her guilt, own her complicity. But when she admits her deed to her father, Juan Pablo, she gets adulation in return. Klay’s prose is stirring and precise:
While he spoke, she stared silently out at the same city and mountains he did, but saw a different
... See moremailchi.mp • Sin Eaters in a Sacramental Cosmos
“Mario López sintió que el mundo se estaba acabando para él, y aquel cataclismo definitivo y silencioso, que había imaginado y previsto tantas veces, tenía sin embargo la fuerza horrible de una novedad absoluta: haber sido abandonado por Blanca era quedarse mirando como un idiota aquel pañito de ganchillo que ella detestaba, y escuchar sin motivo
... See morethe air is clear with anticipation,
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial... See more
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial... See more
The Late Wisconsin Spring
“Vanish.
Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.
Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes.
Go back into the blue.
I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.
The fear is not for what is