{"author":"Cecilia Llompart","author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart","total_quotes":12,"quotes":[{"text":"Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["mysticism","poetry","prayer","praying"],"id":14013,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["bones","graveyards","light","poetry","waiting"],"id":53493,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["scotch","skies","sky","sun"],"id":77947,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["boats","god","poetry","skies","sky","thoughts-for-the-quiet-hour"],"id":108211,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["grace","poetry","spring","winter","woman"],"id":162314,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["flowers","poetry","seasons","spring","wild","winter"],"id":203138,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["birds","breasts","hands","lovers","poetry","song"],"id":208631,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles.\tMy heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["cigarettes","heartache","hearts","love","lovers","needle"],"id":236228,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats--each of them cramped.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["birds","longing","love","lovers","skin","song"],"id":333471,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"},{"text":"Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devil’s own tongue.Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge; Placingin every tree a black bird. \tIn every bird a black thought.","author":"Cecilia Llompart","tags":["birds","burn-bridges","devil","roads","thoughts"],"id":349544,"author_id":"Cecilia+Llompart"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":12,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}