We Who Are Your Closest Friends we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you … Continue reading We Who Are Your Closest Friends
“Nomad Exquisite” — Wallace Stevens.
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by our silent gestures moving behind windows. My face, your … Continue reading One Today, Richard Blanco: Inauguration poem
WHEN I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country 5 Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; And it’s there walking in … Continue reading South Country: Hilaire Belloc