To K****

What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter. Present mirth hath present laughter. What’s to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Youth’s a stuff will not endure. – Shakespeare, “Twelfth Night” Yes, I played the fool: But it was love, I swear it was — For … Continue reading "To K****"

“To Fear Love…”

“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.” – Bertrand Russell, Marriage and Morals Escape – It’s all he really sought. The certitudes of power games beyond the touch of anything like love — And he had always found the ones who still believed; The having … Continue reading "“To Fear Love…”"

To Wendy —

The summer envied you, I thought Because you were so bright and free, And you would still and always be If freedom could be made or verdure bought —