I could say hello to things.Theodore Roethke
i. The hand’s wave, when it comes – formal, yet never once the same, awkward sometimes, sometimes half- withheld – from the sunlight of the brain makes a shadow of intent.
Something alights in the meadow of vision. Shimmering, electric, each datum’s serene in its dance of arrival from the world – each met by the sprightlypas de deux of t ... (read more)