Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love
which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome.
I read; I travel; I become
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
What are men? Children who doubt.
Love After Love
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.