i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wraththe lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing i do not sing struggle–revenge…
“good night little onedon’t open your eyes:it’s i, your unquiet, sick dad
long ago by the good willof a Californian towna good worker was smilingfor the first time in his lifehe was forty & he…
loving a woman is to love indeed the wind The wind that dances on her own crystalline chordThe wind that takes your hand, that…