He has married again. His wife Buys ornaments and places them On the dark sideboard. Year by year Her vases and small jugs crowd out The smiles of the wife who died.
If by mink coat you mean a soft, warm garment made from the lives of many other creatures, then, yeah, sure, I guess you could say I'm wearing a mink coat.
I could not dig; I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young?
They fall in ribbons down the path of oceans, the foam-pale butterflies, but the flowers are salt. They prove the charms of rapine, that the emotion called beauty has earned this result.
The young teller at the credit union asked why so many small checks from universities? Because I write poems I said. Why haven’t I heard of you? Because I write poems I said.
I see that my UK friends are mourning the passing of #TonyHarrison, so here *in memoriam* is a video of his realization of the medieval mystery plays. May he rest in peace. www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzIr...
