The Rescue
In drifts of sleep I came upon you.
Buried to your waist in snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
Entropy The woodman weighs up the oaks; the calendar, the years; the pamphlet, hatreds; the boxer, his teeth; the locksmith,…
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is…