.
Before they ripen into diffused spirits
angels are leaf-stalks
and their wings begonia leaves
with dark surfaces
and red glitterings within.
Slowly, very slowly, they emerge out of the flower-pot
of the body,
take on the face of Bill or Bob,
pierce through the cool bower
of the world and ascend like the promise
of a harmonious end;
on their lips shine
the last bubbles of our breathing,
those droplets
of our unrelieved loneliness.
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~ Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
The heart knows
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The specific forms that love take in our lives arise and pass in time, for
this is the way of form. Time is the great dissolver. But love itself is
that w...
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