where the only present is presence,
a nothing that is everything stillness
yearns to inhabit…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, mystic, philosophy, Richard Foerster
where the only present is presence,
a nothing that is everything stillness
yearns to inhabit…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, mystic, philosophy, Richard Foerster
I’ll make love to you
in all good places
under black mountains
in open spaces.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: desire, Ian Anderson, imagery, Jethro Tull, love poetry, melancholy, song lyrics
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires for you
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: C.P. Cavafy, desire, Edmund Keeley, Greek, love poetry, memory, Philip Sherrard, translation