"I thought you loved me." "No, it was only fun." "When we stood there, closer than all?" "Well, the harvest moon "Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head." "That made you?" "Yes." "Just the moon and the light it made "Under the tree?" "Well, your mouth, too." "Yes, my mouth?" … Continue reading In The Orchard

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go, but I am not resigned. … Continue reading Dirge Without Music