It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977 (ed. 2013)
It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977 (ed. 2013)