The Garden Shukkei-en (Carolyn Forch Poems)
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this riveras a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain.She has ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this riveras a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain.She has ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. Hisdaughter ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hourthe bottle in your coat half voda half winter ...
Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.The way light fills the hand with ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione VerbiOutside everything visible and ...
Dipping our bread in oil tinswe talked of morning peelingopen our rooms to a momentof almonds, olives and windwhen we ...
Grandma, come back, I forgotHow much lard for these rollsThink you can put yourself in the groundLike plain potatoes and ...
In Spanish he whispers there is no time left.It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat,the ache of some ...
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