a hard attention
boring through the flesh
to stroke the bone.
from 'Penitence' by John Burnside
We're only ever twenty, we're only ever at the start.
from 'Happy Seventieth Birthday Blues' by Carol Rumens
In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
from 'Great Expectations' by Charles Dickens (getting all Lawrentian)