No one truly lives
until they have seen the stuff...

A sleepless night is interrupted
by the creeping of light...

Semele demanded to see revealed
the glory of Zeus in radiant field...

Golden, short fur, huge head, big enough
to lock onto a bull’s jowl and drag it down...

Picnics were made for rain
I’ll put it into this ballad...

The pull of centuries draws me to the distant past
From which I perceive, darkly, the shape of the...

Shanghai on the Bund
festival of tourists see...

When I was young and not yet schooled
my mom would make me accompany her...

I think for some the greatest beauty
is what can be appreciated...

Because of you
Because of her I learned to doubt myself...

My favorite cheese
Soon enough cottage...

Anticipation
before the bird beats its wings...