It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft. I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore. But I forget that love, with […]Read more "Take the Lamp"
I’ll take a thousand thorns if I can hold that rose. —Read more "The Price of Love"