(Poem #76 on new numbering scheme)
It might be impossible to see the world as if it were a song. Nevertheless, strings of words mark out our daily world, like viny hedges. Ubiquitous, poetry can't be seen.
– a nonnet
(Poem #76 on new numbering scheme)
It might be impossible to see the world as if it were a song. Nevertheless, strings of words mark out our daily world, like viny hedges. Ubiquitous, poetry can't be seen.
– a nonnet