Famous Quotes by Christina Davis

“We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.”

I wanted to be overwhelmed, to be carried away in the flood.

What an ethic requires is a response, a turning toward the other, not out of rational first principles, but because a call has been issued and it cannot be ignored.

Awe is not ethical. What is ethical is the turning toward the other, the neighbor, the other-worldly.

Loss and grief lend urgency to the demands we must listen to, be present for.

Each pause, each hovering, with an air of omen or premonition, freighted with enormous silence, marks the care by which the poem proceeds.

A poem is an event of sensibility or proximity in which the visible is no longer an object of consciousness.

The wreck and the promise are always before us, tangled.

I think the future, in some sense, is always the horizon we speed toward even as we know it full well to be bounded by finitude.

Poetry is an ethic, a way to be present with the other, without ever fully arriving.

The visible world is where all ethics must begin and end.

The future is a horizon we speed toward, even as we know it will never fully arrive.

There is no this or that world. One is not more or less admitted. Into the entirety one is invited and to the entirety one comes.

The future is always about possibility, including the possibility of the loss of possibility.

The poem as an ethic is the primary mode of acknowledging what Levinas calls the 'there is'—that which, even after the witnessing 'I' has been subtracted, remains, demanding attention.

Love is love of a future.

Flock... its smallness does not prevent it from being called masterful.

The line breaks are the syntax, as someone said of Milton.

Each instant must answer to the call of an ethic, where silence is full of meaning.

A turn toward the unseen is the most radical form of hospitality.

To see this world as it is. Here and now.

The poem always moves between proclamation and touch, between speech and sensibility.