“. . . This is not the same river at my fingertips. There are no paths, no sunken roads familiar in the forest, by which we can retrace our steps, by which we can escape by which we can reclaim and return, or hear the child’s song running in the timothy . . .” TimeDisappointmentCantEscapingFutilityRememberingInevitabilityRemembering The PastReturningRetraceReclaiming Book:paulinskill hours and other poems Source: paulinskill hours and other poems
“To forget would mean the things we never knew had never waited to be known, never waited to be forgotten, had never been; waiting beneath the long dead stars in time. . .” LoveTimeWaitingForgottenForgettingFutilityRemembering Book:paulinskill hours and other poems Source: paulinskill hours and other poems
“. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolving within the trees—then, fleeting words of consolation would not suffice if feigned, and flippant words confessed reluctance—our words were meaningless uttered on the wind. . .” LoveWindWordsMeaninglessConfessionFleetingWhisperingImpermanenceFutilityUselessnessWhispersIgnoring Book:paulinskill hours and other poems Source: paulinskill hours and other poems
“those whom love has held, has held here in time curious, in this labyrinth of roses—it will go on holding, though in cruelty—of stars we could not reach for, but still remembered.” LoveBitternessHolding OnFutilityBreakupsBreaking UpLove LostCan T Let GoNever Be The SameReconcilation Book:the ghost dancers Source: the ghost dancers