Ode to a nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had… Read More
This is a poem that I turn to in times of deep sorrow, when I feel like ending it all. I love the response that nature gives, it shows that we need to… Read More
Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes she’s been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon