The city and the city I lost two cities, lovely ones … – Elizabeth Bishop The city I love, the city has fallen,brought to its knees amid wreckage and mud.Across the four avenues sirens are calling. …
A poem for the 10th anniversary
John Donne – Meditation XVII
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. …
A Dark Feathered Art 