
Category: Poem


Perennial Hope

Poetry

Sorrow is a stubborn piece of land…but see how quick we summon bliss

All I ask is that the sun comes silently to set my hands to work…….

The Way We Were Made

Annals of Love 21: I wouldn’t believe a word of this if the poet were not Russian

Annals of Love 20: The Wedding

A Remembrance of the Temple of the Sun at Modhera for the Summer Solstice
