Thinking of the Ligurian Sea Where the romantics go to drown, Somber as the Tuscan sun sets Speaking the ineffable noun My heart a hopeless wanderer Fleeing pregnant ghosts Seeking in parti-colored silks To evade accusing hosts. The fear a promise unrealized, The events trivial and benign, Oppressed beneath the clearest skies, The punishment condign. …
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Sonnet
(for Anne, on our 16th wedding anniversary) The words, you say, are easy; numbers – no. And yet your constant true addition makes Multiply our joys. Your love me takes To planes and spheres where never words can go. Though some reckon to grow their purse By calculating reasoned rates of return, If never I …