Poem

Across that dreadful height careens a falling star, But do stars blaze like that, expiring? Transparent star, stray and vagrant fire, Petropolis your brother’s dying. Upon that dreadful height our-earth dreams are in flames, The green star glimmers and goes flying. O star, …

Poem

Accept for joy from these, my outstretched hands, A little sunlight and a little honey, Persephone’s bees commanded us to do this. An unmoored boat can never be unloosed, Nor sound of shadow shod in fur be heard, Nor terror of life’s forest overcome.