Twenty years together and yet
You were new to me again.
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
In the hallways of attachment
Look, the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while.
Quaeris, quot mihi basiationes tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque. quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum; aut quam sidera multa, … Continue reading
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
A world of change & loss, a world of death, Of heart & eyes that fail, of labouring breath, Of pains to bear & painful deeds to do:— Nevertheless a … Continue reading
Growing up from his Asiatic-type head is his fine, thin hair, which somehow gives the impression that it is floating in air. He looks like an immense baby with an … Continue reading
Julia Lee (October 31, 1902 – December 8, 1958) was an American ” dirty blues” musician. Born in Boonville, Missouri, Lee was raised in Kansas City, and began her musical … Continue reading