Hermann Hesse: “I Love the Women …”
“I Love the Women …” I love the women of ancient days whom poets adored and lavished with praise. I love the cities where a faceless wall still mourns a dynasty’s rise and fall. […]
“I Love the Women …” I love the women of ancient days whom poets adored and lavished with praise. I love the cities where a faceless wall still mourns a dynasty’s rise and fall. […]
The Story of Love Love is a magic trick made out of two glances I don’t know Or maybe it’s the story of a single sin I don’t know I don’t […]
Dawn Dawn in New York has four columns of mud and a hurricane of black pigeons paddling through foul waters. Dawn in New York groans along vast staircases, seeking in […]
The Seven Days of Love Tuesday: The Phoenix It would be enough for you to pass by these words for the phoenix to find its image in us, and […]
Body of a Woman Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you resemble a world in your pose of surrender. My rough peasant body digs into your flesh and […]
Sonnet 27 (from Cien Sonetos de Amor) Naked, you are simple, like one of your hands, smooth, humble, earthly, transparent, and full, with curves of the moon, and pathways of […]