“The woods sigh. And then, a thousand miles away,/I’m in your arms again. Your breathing is an ocean./I’m drifting away. You whisper.” Guided by lamplight, I keep the river in my left ear. The path ...
If what they stood for was a lifelong lie. Any spare change of faith that you emerge with, Keep it as consolation. Here’s the thing: There is a fervor that I do not surge with, A saintliness with ...