My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk. – Bill Knott, “(End) of Summer (1966)” (Thanks, Laurie)

Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by “living”? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. – e.e. cummings, Introduction, Poems, 1954