THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: September 8, 2018

“These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.” Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works The house that does not exist (Ah, Shiraz, the Nightingales sing at night) nothing but the whole hope exists (do not sell carpets with patterns, Fatima). There the river flows into River. As a dream in dreams (he speaks nothing of sorrow already, you with a veil ). They quietly sing, sing without being heard, without having them…. Read More