When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire,…
by Dev
When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of…
So do I and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for…
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit…
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its…
So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have…
Let us not be in hurry to talk of separation. But because the Heaven…
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your…
