“Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.” FirstsWellsLittlesLastsNightStarsImaginationDarkFeetSkyColdMoonCaliforniaDragLast NightOh WellFlare Book:The diary of James Schuyler Source: The diary of James Schuyler
“Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.” EyeFallNextDarkGrowingColdWarmSnowCheeksDecemberLashesSnow Falling Book:Freely Espousing: Poems Source: Freely Espousing: Poems
