All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore […]
It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. […]
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. Richard Wilbur
Yes, death is far less dire to contemplate Than a forced marriage to an unloved […]
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you. Richard Wilbur