William Bronk: Music that Sees Beyond the World
Decembers, the little deaths of dark pool down.
Intricate, bare branches blot in the dark.
December 20, 2019 · Leave a comment
Yana Djin: “and when the first snow falls”
and when the first snow falls
over the river like a swarm
of butterflies blinded
October 30, 2018 · Leave a comment
Wallace Stevens: The Snow Man
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
January 2, 2018 · 3 Comments
