Everything’s mine though just on loan, nothing for the memory to hold, though mine as long as I look. Inexhaustible, unembracable, but particular to the . . .
The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot . . .
[Last day in Australia ,] Let not pious judge the meek, Each for his own deeds will speak. Whether I am good or bad,you judge yourself, You reap what you . . .
With desire and fantasies, others may not know what is lurking in one’s consciousness. But when it comes to intent, this is not the case. When there is . . .