winter afternoons

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us…

Read More

objections of dust

You say “be anxious for nothing” — i sometimes wonder if You realize how big “nothing” is to someone of my smallness. (of course You do.) i saw the planets shining brightly in the early morning darkness and remembered how impossibly vast were the tiny pin-prick stars barely visible to my sleepy eyes. they number…

Read More