Category: poem

When Love

when love floods a person            it cutsa canyon that deepens year after year            carrying siltaway leaving the essential person            revealedletting everyone see the layers of yellow            sandstone, red basaltgrey granite when love washes over a person                        it washesthe person away – Alicia Ostriker

That is solemn we have ended,— (87)

That is solemn we have ended,—     Be it but a play,Or a glee among the garrets,     Or a holiday, Or a leaving home; or later,     Parting with a worldWe have understood, for better     Still it be unfurled. – Emily Dickinson