Andrena Zawinski: Twilit Sonnet
In twilight’s dusky backstreets and muted alleys, the dispossessed huddle for the evening in boxes or sleeping bags, under freeways, at doorways, inside storage bins. They retreat to the … Continue reading
June 22, 2018 · 2 Comments
Edna St. Vincent Millay: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts … Continue reading
February 14, 2018 · 6 Comments
William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet’s first kiss
Act One, Scene Four ROMEO [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To … Continue reading
February 14, 2018 · Leave a comment
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Love is not all
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and … Continue reading
November 12, 2017 · Leave a comment
