I'll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows-but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket-worn by faded Child-
Confronting eyes long-comforted-
Blisters the Adamant!
by Lyn HejinianSummers were spent in a fog that rains. They were mirages, no different from
those that camelback riders approach in the factual accounts of voyages in
which I persistently imagined myself, and those ...