‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Friday, March 03, 2017
Frank Bidart, Star Dust
Were you
giving me a gift. Did you want fixed in my brain
what I will not ever possess. Were you giving me
