These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot

Sunday, February 2, 2020

The cities are falling asleep, each in its house






















(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
-Mary Oliver


Image: Dmitry Anisimov 
Title: Czeslaw Milosz, from The Separate Notebooks