When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence. - Mark Strand
These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kiss. - Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. - Mark Strand
It came to my house.It sat on my shoulders.Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours.I have carried it with me too long. I give it back. - Mark Strand