Saturday, September 25, 2010


That loveliness lingers warm
Like a glowing ember,
Though you may call this whimsy stuff
Mere words
Of self forgetfulness;
Still my words flock to you
Teeming, streaming
Down on each moment, down on each year
To passion’s limit
In radiant love
In deep longing
In black abysses.


Monday, September 20, 2010

I forgive...

What power has love but forgiveness?
In other words
by its intervention
what has been done can be undone.
What good is it otherwise?

William Carlos Williams.


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...