Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you. 90 more words
Tags » Denise Levertov
Ah, friends, it’s been a strange and unpleasant day. I wish I could welcome you back to Thursday Poems with a better context than another reprehensible attack, more grotesque murders committed by madmen clothed in religion, but entirely empty of its spirit. 631 more words