Quotes by Alexander Burnes

“I rode to meet you: dreamslike living beings swarmed around meand the moon on my right sidefollowed me, burning.I rode back: everything changed.My soul in love was sadand the moon on my left sidetrailed me without hope.To such endless impressionswe poets give ourselves absolutely,making, in silence, omen of mere event,until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.””

“The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.””

“Hate is love on fire, set out to burn like a flare on the side of the road. It says, stop here. Something terrible has happened. Envy is like, the skin you're in burns. And the salve is someone else's skin.””

“From sunset she appeared,Her cloak pierced by a bloomOf unfamiliar climes.She summoned me somewhereInto the northern gloomAnd aimless winter ice.And bonfire burned 'mid night,And with its tongues the blazeDid lick the very skies.The eyes flashed fiery light,And falling as black snakesThe tresses were released.And then the snakes encircledMy mind and lofty spiritLay spread upon the cross.And in the snowdust's swirlTo black eyes I am true,To beauty of the coils.(untitled: "From sunset she appeared")””

“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence,The sound must seem an echo to the sense.Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,The line too labours, and the words move slow;Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise,And bid alternate passions fall and rise!While, at each change, the son of Libyan JoveNow burns with glory, and then melts with love;Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow,Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow:Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found,And the world's victor stood subdu'd by sound!The pow'r of music all our hearts allow,And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.””

“Я пережил свои желанья / I've lived to bury my desiresЯ пережил свои желанья,Я разлюбил свои мечты;Остались мне одни страданья,Плоды сердечной пустоты.I've lived to bury my desiresand see my dreams corrode with rustnow all that's left are fruitless firesthat burn my empty heart to dust.””

“Most people misunderstand the crime of sexual abuse. They think of stolen youth, a child tucked under the arm and spirited away. But it isn’t like someone entering your house and stealing something from you. Instead, someone leaves something with you that grows until it replaces you. They themselves were once replaced this way, and what they leave with you they have carried for years within them, like a fire guarded all this time as it burned them alive inside, right under the skin. The burning hidden to protect themselves from being revealed as burned. You imagine that the worst thing is that someone would know. The attention you need to heal you have been taught will end you. And it will”