Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Rhapsody on a Windy Night

"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."

1 comment:

  1. hey do you know any artists/illustrators/photographers who have good stuff, like marcel dzama (http://www.richardhellergallery.com/dynamic/artist.asp?ArtistID=3) or matt rota(www.mattrotasart.com) type graphics. i'm looking for artwork for CSUSB's lit mag.

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