Anna Lappe Quotes

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave.

"I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment, His burning candle consumed me - the moth; His wine overwhelmed my goblet, The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold And set my ashes aflame

"Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein."

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

Arise, and soar with the sun's new-born rays, To breathe new life into dying nights and days.

What avails love when life is so ephemeral? What avaiIs a mortal's love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by death's passing blast Love without the pain, the passion that consumes? A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame! Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord, And mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love. Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain An agony that lacerates my soul for ever.