“Lake! What is wrong?” said the water-sprite. “I miss Narcissus.” The river-sprite did not understand this. “You slayed him! You… Read more Narcissus
I breathe, and realise: There is no reason at all. It just simply, is.
The bells still ring, battering The precious sculpture I carved For her, or the next lover And tearing the pages… Read more Winter in Japan
Hither and thither Fly with a flutter Approach your jury Upon a stutter Until you’re sent And chained To… Read more The way it works:
I am a bull in the arena of Madrid. As they stick needles into me This magnificent structure, with the… Read more El Toro Blanco
I have lost my footprints in the jewl-like snow Only finding my way back to strangers homes Inhabited by the… Read more The sailor to the blizzard