Poetry Friday
Love after Love The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.You will… Continue reading
Love after Love The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.You will… Continue reading
The Round Light splashed this morningon the shell pink anemonesswaying on their tall stems;down blue-spiked veronicalight flowed in rivuletsover the humps of honeybees;this morning I saw light kissthe silk of the rosesin their… Continue reading
Please Call Me By My True Names Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be… Continue reading