I’ve turned corners there was no going back to, corners in the middle of a room that led to Spain or solitude.

 “And I’ve turned corners there was no going back to, corners in the middle of a room that led to Spain or solitude. And always the thin line between corner and cornered, the good corners of bodies and those severe bodies that permit no repose, the places we retreat to, the places we can’t bear to be found.”

― Stephen Dunn, New and Selected Poems 1974-1994

“So many people walk up to me and tell me they’re dead, though they’re just describing their afternoons.”
― Stephen Dunn, New and Selected Poems 1974-1994