A poem…can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the -not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps.
John Felstiner, Paul Celan (1995)
The poem is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it.
Anne Carson, Economy of the Lost (1999)
Perhaps Moses’ anava (humility) is precisely this deep knowledge of being haunted by history as well as mysteriously attuned to the call of the Other.
Aviva Gottlieb Zornberg