Tag: 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
