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
When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence. - Mark Strand