Friday, November 30, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
I am your pilgrim, who wanders You are too difficult to love So I keep your shrine, the best of you, I am a stubborn priest, who knows himself - Val Vinokur, "Your Worship"
to stay home; your monk,
who keeps silent when you demand
confessions and theology.
directly; you have no roof
or floor, and I am too pious
for your rain and mud.
the clean, the smiling rest of you.
only in the dwindling oil of you,
the weeping and rebellious flame
about to die.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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