Dante Alighieri: Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni
Yet shall the streams turn back and climb the hills
Before Love’s flame in this damp wood and green
Burn, as it burns within a youthful lady,
For my sake, who would sleep away in stone
My life, or feed like beasts upon the grass,
Only to see her garments cast a shade.
August 14, 2022 · 1 Comment
Kareem Tayyar: New York Elegy
I saw the ghost of Whitman bathing in Bethesda Square, The mounted beat cops directing traffic on a moonless Manhattan night, The St. Marks street queens stalking rainbows with a … Continue reading
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