PleasureI remembered what it was like ( Read more... )

DuskThis is the place. No chairs ( Read more... )

The ConditionalSay tomorrow doesn't come ( Read more... )

They Romp with Wooly Caninesand spy whole lifetimes on the undersides of leaves ( Read more... )

RingControl was all ( Read more... )

Another ElegyTo believe in God is to love ( Read more... )

Love Story in Black and White

What the hell am I doing
hugging a white man in an apron?
I said it to myself--but out loud!--so that
he pushed me away slightly:
What did you say?This was the first white man I had dated ( Read more... )

The Night MigrationsThis is the moment when you see again ( Read more... )

An Eternity

There is no dusk to be,
there is no dawn that was,
only there's now, and now,
and the wind in the grass.

Days I remember of
now in my heart, are now;
days that I dream will bloom
white peach bough.

Dying shall never be
now in the windy grass;
now under shooken leaves
death never was.

-- Archibald MacLeish

ReluctanceOut through the fields and the woods ( Read more... )