I pity the wind. I am taking off my glasses so I can stare at the...
Hermes little candles and the glass of water in pure darkness. I am letting a broom stand for my speech on justice and an old thin handkerchief for the veil of melodrama I have worn for thirty years. I am dragging in Euripides for his strange prayer and my own true Hosea for his poem on love and... Sign in to see full entry.