All our time here is nothing but a blight;
Insight of light darkens, appalling quite.
I should not need to tell you why that's so;
love plunged in blinding loss will stumble low.
That horror between toothbrush and teeth,
or dish and sink, or blank wall in relief -
And so you torture me eternally;
agony and spite, and yet I cannot flee.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Gifts and Shards Vol 2
Thơ CaThis is the second and final volume of 'Gifts and Shards'. This takes us from the second month to now well over three years later, though there were many C poems in the collections tracking the seasons. There are no similar stories!
