Let us step outside for a moment
As the sun breaks through clouds
And shines on wet new fallen snow,
And breathe the new air.
So much has died that had to die this year.
The Flying Phalangers – Anaïs Duplan
You and I are filthy but it is
our filth. Look how quick the clouds
when you expect bad news. Here is
a telegram I have never received:
Please. Hold out hope. The best
Τα καλοκαιρια μας μικρά
κι ατέλειωοι χειμώνες
We seized the night and shook it till it broke,
so time and bottles and most of our shoes
spilled from its breaking—and music gushed too:
Paris and Nikos relentless till five.
Earthy Anecdotes – Wallace Stevens
Every time the bucks went clattering,
A firecat bristled in the way.