Nov 2013
(After reading "At Algeciras - A Meditation Upon Death")
Did you know that you were writing to me
beside the Spanish straits?
(Pensive misery.)
Those words, given up to Death,
reappear now in my breath.
Did you know that you were writing to me
beside the Spanish straits?
(Pensive misery.)
Those words, given up to Death,
reappear now in my breath.
