Pricksongs & Descants
so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a...
Tag: beauty
I, Too
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company...
Exit West
In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace, or at least not yet openly at war, a...
Lullaby
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
