1993 Let no summation be made, No accounting of air once breathed, That accountless now stirs A blade of grass in my idle eye. She's gone. Nothing does addition make to absence.
23 September 2012
1992
1991
21 September 2012
1990
The idea of order is
One sense at disjoint
With her sister.
One whose command's scope's
A mere measure of warrant;
The other makes measure to limitless suit,
To the idea of order.
