Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
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desire
The Sunlit Surfaces - by
Ein Bild des Glaubens ist das schöne Weib:
/ Sie ist ein ja, und sie ist grenzenlos.
/ …
She Walks in Beauty - by
She walks in beauty, like the night
/ Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
/ And all that’s best of dark…
Strawberries - by
There were never strawberries
/ like the ones we had
/ that sultry afternoon
/ sitting on the step
/ of the open french window
/ facing each other
/ your…
Tam i’ the Kirk - by
O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca’s the congregation
/ Owre valley an’ hill wi’ the ding frae its iron mou’,
/ When…
Histories of Desire - by
At Carsethorn, Solway Coast
/
/ That was when I threw the stone and then ran after;
/ splashing into Smallholme burn I made the…
To His Coy Mistress - by
Had we but world enough, and time,
/ This coyness, Lady, were no crime
/ We would sit down and think which…
Mayfly - by
Let’s say you had three wishes.
/
/ I never know what to wish for.
/
/ Okay,
/ I’d like to be a mayfly. Sleeping
/ for…
Between the Penny Dropping and the Penny Landing - by
While the penny spins,
pale beams catch on a lost key in a nest,
roll over roofs and drop into the alley,
and we are shadows in that alley.
Dinner - by
As you shucked the last oysters
/ onto your side plate
/ and ordered a lemon ice
/
/ I found myself in the guise of a…