moving towards (?) without the whip
It was a start, not so very different from others of my species, narrating events as they happen,
I’m coming, I’m coming —
— Catherine Barnett "An Apprehension"
Where does this tenderness come from? And what will I do with it?
∆ Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Where does such tenderness come from?” transl. Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine, Poetry (March 2012)
I can never rest from tenderness.
∆ Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. October 1907