Stop running…(Guillaume Apollinaire, a quote)
…look around…
old books, souvenirs of thought…my poem
live in the past
The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson’s version
So much believable detail
that “frolic architecture”…Emerson quote
sometimes he grabbed the best words
“we won’t be still…”…“motion,” my poem
talk it up
“your quick laugh…”…“a time,” my poem
quiet love
The Book of Days…part lxi
nature poems about the dawn’s early light…
“I bethink a new imagination…”…“Passage,” my poem
humdrum steps
The Girl at the Lion d’Or…book review
Sebastian Faulks is tenaciously literate, richly Gallic…
whistle a happy tune…my poem
it’s like a singalong