Pablo to the rescue
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics ? and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and...
Marchness
To what can our life on earth be likened? To a flock of geese, alighting on the snow. Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage From...
Down the rabbit hole
The people I’m looking for—I don’t know where they are. I don’t know the color of their clothing. From across the park I see the dark...
The letting go
to live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own...
