My heart has just been broken, so I'm going to post some poetry from my independent study.

First, two old poems revised:

( Apeirophilia (previously Xenophilia) )

Final three poems:

( ::Shunga:: )

Poetry.

( Trans )

( Song for an Old Lover )

( Ethnography )

( Comet )

( The Farmer's Daughter Takes a Lover )

( Graphic )

( Our Eighty Percent )

To-day we were iced in. Everything was covered, the roads were useless, the trees were silver. We made cheese and I read aloud and packed my things and cut up Christmas cards for art ( Read more... )