Friday, January 10, 2014

Nectarious Night


And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . .

Thursday, January 09, 2014

Appatreetion

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspires are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
shall come against him.


[Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 1 /
Third Apparition]

The Bearable Lightness of Being

. . .

When the Heron was gone


My Walden . . . rippled.