In times when nothing stood
but worsened, or grew strange,
there was one constant good:
she did not change.


Collected Poems (ed. 2014)


In times when nothing stood but worsened, or grew strange, there was one constant good: she did not change.

In times when nothing stood but worsened, or grew strange, there was one constant good: she did not change.

In times when nothing stood but worsened, or grew strange, there was one constant good: she did not change.

In times when nothing stood but worsened, or grew strange, there was one constant good: she did not change.