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Petrarch and Laura

I see I have become a legend, my life, my love, And her life and death, a legend. In time it will all be remembered In time it will all be forgotten And remembered again, the wrack and refuse Of

Posted in Poetry

In Nimes

…The so-called temple of Diana was an Augusteum, the niches in the cella also suggest some library use… I’m in the South of France. Far off, a flute is playing Vivaldi’s measured Summer And all around unmeasured profligate summer Is

Posted in Human culture, Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Poetry

Dance!

With your made-up eyes and your grown up gown And the glitter on your cheek When the pink balloons come tumbling down You’ve been waiting for all week… Dance little girl,  dance with delight Let nobody tell you that it

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Poetry

In Praise of Procrastination

If time were all a day, they say, then earth whirled in, late evening, like a drunkard, threw up life, five minutes to midnight, all human history compressed to less than a sec. But see, gentle in the twilight, the

Posted in Poetry, Whimsy