poem: heathcliff

come out of hatred like a bloom and a dark peat bone rattling over grays and graves and the gravity of it   because the lily is dead your soul is dead, flown away before ever cleansed I can kiss the heather over you but I find a caste where all the marble has drained…

quote: nelly, i am heathcliff

“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the…