Category: Writing

Shall I sing thee thy praises,as do the hollyhocks bendto fortune’s grace at summer’s crest,to have lived and laughed so long and joyfully?They have...

I should singeven if the high note falters,and hang tremolos upon the lilting petals,of the moon-facing flowerstilting in your garden, so solitary,and dim in yo...

From whence this sweetness came,I do not know.But sweetness be!Such felicity!No errant word transcribed or heard,or hard-wrought image showed. From whence this ...

I must give to you of myself,for these are the dark times.I am a man and a multitude,and within my sea swim the dreams of ages. I point to the end of timewith t...

my soul spoke true words and I gave voice to them:when I look at you, there is only joy in my heart. a half century it took to empty my cup of nettles,the restl...

You sojourned with us on the kissing hill, cloudy eyes.The hill,dotted with dancing dandelions,dancingto summers sprung and unsprung,outlives you–will out...