Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
"For I myself, I need unformed women, unfinished, undesigned women I can mold to my own patterns. I am an artist. I am only looking for fragments remnants which I can co-ordinate in a new way. A woman artist makes her own pattern."
He is not for me
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought
Of traveling penniless to some mud throne
Where a master might instruct me how to plot
My life away from pain. to love alone
In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.
Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost
Enough to lose a way I had to take;
Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust
The will that forbid me contract, vow,
Or promise, and often while you slept
I looked in awe beyond your beauty.
I know why many men have stopped and wept
Half-way between the loves they leave and seek,
And wonder if travel leads them anywhere---
Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,
The windy sky's a locket of your hair.
Sunday comes again...