We know they are cruel as love or life, and lovely as death. O Gods dethroned and deceased, cast forth, wiped out in a day! From your wrath is the world released, redeemed from your chains, men say. New Gods are crowned in the city; their flowers have broken your rods; They are merciful, clothed […]Read more "Hymn to Proserpine"
Easterly winds freeze my lips and break my skin. The snow forms no blanket, so no comfort is offered to my soul Spring came and went, making promises it could not keep. Nature, I love you not Here and now, I love you not.Read more "Nature, I love you not"