"I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does."
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Monday, October 1, 2012
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- The crunch of the gravel road, coming home
- Sweeping up Fallen Leaves
- Coming to This
- Possible Life
- Diminished
- The little deaths you live
- The Way, not the wayfarer
- A single finger outstretched, like a tiny flame
- Just look at September, look at October!
- Name
- In Defense of Joy
- Touching back to Wonder
- A Manner of Searching
- Hold everything dear
- A bend in the river
- A thousand leaves
- Joy
- Arrival
- Not what you meet on the way
- Huck's Salvation
- Ask Me
- Magic
- To be Desired
- So this is how
- Chance
- Who could have known?
- So many ways
- Immaculate, bereft, deserving to be found
- Disjointed unbelonging
- Gift
- Sensitivity
- Recuerdo
- Morning
- Marvin. And Zaphod
- Happy
- Without need of meaning...
- Verse gets worse on Fridays
- Disappear
- Ah, come with me!
- The loneliness that roams
- Micchami Dukkadam
- Annihilation
- And talked of never-ending things....
- Cinder and Smoke
- Walking
- Snow
- This responsibility tires me
- Love
- Overflow
- Truth
- The Night
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