I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

Love After LoveThe time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat....

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

But drunkenly, or secretly, we swore,Disciples of that astigmatic saint,That we would never leave the islandUntil we had put down, in paint, in words,As palmists learn the network of a hand,All of its sunken, leaf-choked...

What are men? Children who doubt.

The future happens. No matter how much we scream.

I read; I travel; I become

The classics can console. But not enough.