

Bird of My HeartLittle Bird, you visit in the night bringing spirit songs and light. But ah, my ceiling is the sky! Here you swoop; there you flit and fly. I will not tie your feet nor clip your wings, nor even cage you in filigree. For Little Bird, sweet joy you bring-- sweetest, and I love you best, when free.Bird of My Heart
--
_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
--
"No one lives in this room without confronting the whitness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs, of dead heroines. Without contemplating last and late the true nature of poetry. The drive to connect. The dream of a common language."
Previous Page1234Next Page