Under a Wild Green Fig Tree ~ Edward Hirsch I am going to eat seven pomegranate seeds and lie down under a wild green fig tree in a field that has been ploughed three times because I want to sleep in fertile soil sinking into dream time, dream space, and slip past the door to […]
A couple of years ago, we had our back yard cleared of the overgrown flora so we could replant and xeriscape. A friend adopted the rose bush (that is, she spent an afternoon digging it up and moving it to her place). Roots persist. This photo is from today.
Love Sleeps in the Poet’s Chest ~ Federico García Lorca You’ll never know how I love you because you sleep in me and are asleep Weeping I hide you—haunted by a voice of penetrating steel Law that shakes the flesh and a star by now has entered my aching heart and disturbing words have bitten […]
