January 2010
19 posts
“When does night
fold its arms over our hearts
to cherish them?
When is...”
– Denise Levertov, “…that passeth all understanding”
“If I’m on fire they dance around it
and cook marshmallows.
And if...”
– Anne Sexton, “Live”
“I know this happiness
is provisional:
the looming presences-
great suffering,...”
– Denise Levertov, “Of being”
