Between the light of purposed action
and the darkness of the deed,
a shadow falls. All life is faction:
man and master, fat and lean,
mother’s love and daughter’s need,
ungrateful as the worm affection
bred. A shadow falls between
a poet’s lips and ears that heed. [Read more…]
Archives for 4 September 2005
Scribbles found in a margin
4 September 2005 by Leave a Comment
Recent Comments