To the Future
High up on the south face of Tskinias, off to the rightRunning down the meadow at the foot of the last screeIs a dry stone wall. Roughly, the shape it…
High up on the south face of Tskinias, off to the rightRunning down the meadow at the foot of the last screeIs a dry stone wall. Roughly, the shape it…
for Anne I think we should turn our eyes away from the widow in The Golden Gate,Wonderful and wary as she is in her unportentous shroud,And notice the young housemaid next…
The earth from above—a cruel placeWhere patient fault lines waitFor the crush of rock to resume.The dirt road zigzags into the dazzle.The world deservesThe worst we can do to it.…