#EnglishWriters
I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it back… and onto my finger again. &nb sp; &nbs…
Turn from that road’s beguiling ea… to your hunger’s turret. Enter, cl… chill with disuse, where the croak… regards from shimmering eyes your… and the drip, drip, of darkness gl…
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled d… when the street was built - narrow bricks of another century.
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
Hypocrite women, how seldom we spe… of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt! And if at Mill Valley perched in… the sweet rain drifting through we…
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them
High in the jacaranda shines the g… of a small bird’s curlicue of song… for her to see or hear. I’ve learned not to say, these last years,
O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall
In the Japanese tongue of the min…
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the