every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
William Blake To Thomas Butts To my friend Butts ...
Childhood's Appointment — Franz Wright I am blin...
Letter — Franz Wright January 1998 I am not ac...
SAY that the men of the old black tower,Though the...
DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALL RIGHT (Words and Music...
'Easter, 1916' I have met them at close of day Co...
And death shall have no dominion And death shal...
Poetry of Lewis Carroll YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILL...
William Butler Yeats by Louise Bogan, May 1938
Vespers Louise Glück In your extended absenc...
This book is the last flicker of the flame which I once hoped would burn so clear and strong that humanity itself might be delighted and comforted in its glow. How silly I was. Not wrong: just silly. This is light from a long dead star, and a tale that is told.Colin Mackay's Jacob's Ladder