#Life
Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past
Love me tender, love me strong. Love me with wine and song On a hillside all the day long. Love me with a joke or two With stories of people you knew.
Happy eyes need not the sun For they, like yours, have a light… A cutting light the demons shun That confesses to a kind, ageless… Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…
My heart is an empty jardiniere Receptive to flowers and affection… By your wayward glances, I could… There is a festering attraction But speak up bravely; be not passi…
A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray
You can no more catch the sun Than I can command the rain Yet love is an experience Worthy of anguish for gain.
Ample is the rising sun That alights the furthest mountain… A carmine drape upon every hill— Exciting the birds to warble. Ample, too, is the evening sun
Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desert When the only water is in the cact… And all but the flies are inert But a cool layer of sweat
Oh joy! at the night sky And the wonder it declares. How flirtatious! How they flare— The many stars on high! There’s Castor and Pollux
On waves of midnight blue— We shoved off in the boat— It mattered not where to— Anywhere at a casual knot. We entered a world of darkness
Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia— Who is royalty among flowers— Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for the festiv…
Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs
My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too, prefer to stop along
Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder