Sunday, October 10, 2010

The first anniversary is paper

First poems, Rainer Maria Rilke
Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways 
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

This is just to say, william Carlos Williams
I have eaten 
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which 
you were probably 
saving for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

Monday, August 16, 2010

A blog was born

Everybody’s doing it I thought. Hmmmm, but what if I have nothing to say?

Since when do I have nothing to say?